I have finally found my groove, having misplaced it a month or so ago due to an existential crisis (no lie). And this morning saw me moving onto a new chapter in my Scrivener MS for my Austen-based YA contemporary romance, and I am squeeful about it. Especially since we get to ALMOST-KISSING in this chapter, and ACTUAL KISSING in the next. *prances about*
You are hereby cordially invited to stand with me and do the dance of joy. Or, you know, not. If you opt in, may I suggest this loverly song from Fitz and the Tantrums, the group I saw in concert last evening (in Brooklyn, no less - talk about your spontaneous concert road trips. Also, they were fabbity-fab).