be joyful, though you have considered all the facts

It never occurred to me how odd it would be to write professionally, to get up every day and write. It's a gift. But it's unlike anything I would have expected because the words don't always come on their own, but they have to, every day, whether I am feeling it or not, and I imagine the words strung out on a fishing line that runs from the pit of my stomach to the page. Today is one of those days.