I love the feeling of pressing the pen to the paper and furiously scribbling away. I love how the seconds melt away into minutes and eventually hours without even being noticed. I love the messy hair, sleepy eyes, and my ink smeared fingers that tell the tale of the next day after an all night writing madness. But most of all, I love the spontanous reaction of emotions as I rejoice, weep, and rebel with the characters that were born of my hand and my mind.