It's 2:35 AM, technically on the 15. but who cares.  Anyway, I just finished a paper. Which in and of itself is nothing noteworthy.  But, for the first time in a very long time, I'm pretty happy with it.  I'm very happy with it.  I had to describe a place.  Any place.  So i picked a playground.  I'd been dreading it, my little story on Playground Three at Prospect Park. I had nothing to write, up until an hour ago.  then, suddenly, it all came to me.  the words just flowed.  And not the usual warm-diarrhea kind of flow.  It's actually a coherent, vivid, funny, and almost touching description of a place.  This hasn't happened in a long time.  I can't remember the last time.  I've gotten good grades on papers before, recently even, but this is the most personally satisfying thing I've written in a long time.  I don't know if my teacher will like it. But frankly, I've stopped caring.  Ok, that's not true, but it's not that important.  It's cheesy, i know, but it's these late night breakthroughs that make me love writing.  I actually feel pretty good about myself.  from writing.  hasn't happened in a while.  Seemed noteworthy.
    Plus, I'll savor the irony by reading this on any other hellish night that I've got three papers due.
    Now, there's the small matter of a hundred pages of reading and another paper.  But i've had my 10 minutes of bliss.
 

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