As one slightly ignorant of the ways of horses beyond their ability to walk and crap at the same time - that's multitasking for you - I delayed in viewing this movie. Didn't watch it until some time last year. I loved it, but that's not the main reason I bring this up.
See, I took a break after writing The End on the first draft of MINGLED. I stepped away from it and let it breathe, let my mind wander and enjoyed the extra reading time. But now I understand what those horses understood. They were bred to run. They knew that sidling up behind that stall door meant they were going to stretch their legs, plant their hooves and pound the dirt until one horse bore the flowers of glory.
Now that I've given myself the time to just...BE...I can feel it. That thundering drive like the revving of a muscle car itching to let it loose on a straightaway. That excitement building like pressed down energy, sparks flaring. The joy of writing made physical by the jolt in my heart as I prepare to get back down to the business of writing.
Not sure if I've been this excited before. How about you? Have you ever had a situation where you were physically overjoyed to work things out with your MS?