Many things are wrong with my life but the one thing that's not is my writing. I tend to get so caught up in writing that my mood can totally change within 2 minutes. Writing is my escape and I intend to use it.
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein