Every now and then a wonderful thing happens. I’m not sure whether it is purely coincidence or if there’s some kind of cosmic law involved, but when it comes around the feeling is incredible.
Yesterday I finished reading a book (The Name of the Wind – Patrick Rothfuss) and this morning I finished the first draft of a new short story. In addition to that, I completed a load of work tasks that had been hanging over my head for weeks. There was, one brief moment, where I had no pressing need to do anything. All of the boxes were closed, everything was done.
Although it would be relatively easy to build a life without books to read, or stories to write, I wouldn’t like it. This is a light and dark thing, you can’t really appreciate one without having the other to contrast it with, and anyway, who is to say which one is more enjoyable.
It’s a good feeling nonetheless, and whenever it comes around I make the effort to appreciate it.