When work isn't work, it's just plain awesome

A few days ago I was sitting at my desk thinking, Lauren, you have two midterms next week in classes you don't pay much attention in. You don't know much about them, and you have a lot of studying to do. AND you have done no homework today.

A few moments later, though, it occurred to me that I had just spent the last hour working on my novella for my writing class. I was having so much fun, I didn't think I'd been doing work.

Now that's the kind of feeling I want to have about "work" in my adult life. I've spent my whole life watching my dad doing something he loves every day and gets paid for it, and I became spoiled by the idea that work didn't have to mean something you suffered through.

On another note, I finished the aforementioned novella. I have no idea how I feel about it, so for the moment I'm saying "YAY" I finished the major part of my writing major. Until, of course, I reread it and see all the problems and then have it workshopped and hear all the things that are wrong with it and then revise A LOT... until then, YAY!

Now for that whole studying thing...