There is nothing I love more than having a full day to myself. A day off from work, responsibilities, and the rest of the world. For me, these days mean quality time with my pen and keyboard.
They mean smooth ink gliding across a blank page, breathing life into stories and characters that previously existed only in your mind. They mean building whole worlds and filling them with people as real as you or I with nothing but words; it means setting them loose and seeing what they do with the world you've created for them.
They mean the rare opportunity to spend a whole day chipping away at the first draft of what you are sure is definitely the one while daydreaming about seeing your name on bookstore shelves and New York Times Bestseller Lists.
They mean Pandora playlists and coffee shops where in 10 years you will say it all started. They mean drying out ballpoint pens and praying your laptop cord will reach the outlet. They mean notes scribbled in notebooks or napkins or on the palm of your hand because you have to write it down right now before you forget.
Days like this mean progress. And that is the most any writer can ask of a single day.