warm wet rain and I want to go out and "sing and dance" in the rain.
I also get that feeling when I see a child small, someone who rarely smiles bubble over with laughter to a joke or I see an animal doing something funny.
The story is not a long drawn out labor but it blooms in your head. The images unfold like petals to the sun, and you need only to display it properly, rather than week after week of weeding feeding and shoveling fertilizer on it.
You make new friends on the internet and they are great writers...but wait...it's even better when they compliment you on your stories and help you improve future ones
Oh believe me, I do. In between those rare occasions, I self-promote to win me another audience: those who know I'm easy.
I also feel like dancin when...I get a glowing feedback, even though it's from a friend, because it was nice and made me giddy and eager to reread my story and compliment myself on what a damn fine job I did.