I am in love with myself.
Well, sort of.
I have been absent the last week or so (I know it's been more than a week...please forgive me) because I've experienced the throes of passion- writer style. No, I'm not talking about romance or erotica, though with proper motivation, I can write those too. I'm talking about the raw thrill of writing. I'm talking about getting down and dirty with a project. I'm talking about baring myself and diving into a situation with fervor. I'm talking about total immersion in emotion; letting the tension build until I'm trembling and begging for release.
I've gone off the deep end, breathed in the darkness, and I'm fading fast.
It shows no signs of stopping.
And it feels good.