Even though it's raining and gloomy outside, my heart is soaring. Life is good. I am loved. That is hard for me since I usually write from my emotions and it's hard to write horror when I'm so happy.
I have to admit that I can still write gloomy stuff, but I find myself wanting to add "other" stuff into my writing. I know it will only improve my writing, so I have not even second guessed some of the stuff I'm adding, but it is a shock to read it later on and see how "happy" it is.
Some of you may go ICK, but I can't deny the truth. I am happy.
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