Somedays I just want to curl away on the side of my couch, wrapped into a wool blanket, and simply write to my heart's content. I'll grab any peice of open unwritten paper in my notebook and scribble words- any words that come to my head- for hours upon hours. I write poems, stories, non-fiction tidbits, and narrative essays. I write of dreams, of thoughts, of imaginary places I someday hope to visit. And to many such a day would seem wasted, but to me such days are among some of the most well spent.
