"I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud."
— Anne, from Anne of Green Gables
"I'd rather walk calmly along and do without the flying and the thud." - Marilla Cuthbert, from Anne of Green Gables
I didn't write today. Two days ago I was flying high with my writing. Now I've reached the thud. This always happens to me. I don't think I'm bipolar or anything, but I do experience glorious highs, where everything is clicking and life is good. Inevitably, the high never lasts. These highs and lows aren't tied to writing -- there are many things that can trigger the soaring. I live for those moments. But are they worth the thud? I must think so, because very soon I hope to be flying again.