I heart my writing class. I frickin' heart it, you know? (Yes, I'm taking a writing class.) Suddenly, outlining makes sense again. I had reached a point where the complexity of my thoughts and arguments overwhelmed the dinky little outlining strategies I'd learned in high school. Now it's as though I've been issued outlining version 2.0--an update long overdue.

So, anyway, I'm going to sit here drinking my bowl of coffee--accidental excess of coffee brewed today--and contemplate my satisfaction with my current writing projects and, y'know, life in general.

Smug. It tastes great!