In Which Ella Falls in Love with Happiness

I have blisters on my feet, my eyes are seeing double, and I’m so tired I could fall asleep without a pillow on the kitchen’s tiled floor.

But none of that matters.

I had the most terribly perfect, horribly wonderful, and awfully amazing day today. There were books and there were parks and there was shopping and there was walking and there was modern art and there was meeting some of my literary idols. Libba Bray and I had a conversation so awesome that it nearly made me cry later on when I was walking back to the subway. On the train home, I figured out part of my novel that I had been struggling with and was suddenly struck by an idea for another book. And now, I’m in bed with my beloved laptop ready to relish the night and darkness before I go to sleep.

Every year, I have a few days like this, where nothing in the world goes wrong and everything just feels good. It doesn’t last, but, in a way, I don’t want it to. It wouldn’t be as lovely if everyday were perfect. It’d just be a monotony of joy. I want my happiness to be shocking, like ice water on a hot day or an unexpected present. And that’s what today was: a genuine surprise of wonderful.

But I am tired and babbling. My eyes keep drifting shut, and I feel the urge to hum a long, contented “mmhm” until I run out of breath. So I will. I’ll be just like a purring cat or a dog thumping his tail or a rabbit doing whatever weird happy thing rabbits do.

Mmhm. Happy.

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if you’re into that kind of thing.

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9 thoughts on “In Which Ella Falls in Love with Happiness

  1. “I want my happiness to be shocking, like ice water on a hot day or an unexpected present.” Great similes. Also liked “a monotony of joy” and “the weird happy things that rabbits do.” You have such a fresh take on the world.

  2. Hi! I’m a bit of a lurker, I found your blog something like a month ago looking up something about a book (can’t remember what) and was really struck by your writing, so have checked it every so often since. Point of commenting: it’s INCREDIBLY INCREDIBLY cool that you met and had a conversation with Libba Bray!! Oh my GOODNESS!! Can I ask how?! Honestly, that would make anyone cry, that’s incredible…
    I also appreciated your similes :)

    • Thank you so much! New readers are always welcome! It’s so exciting to know that there are people out there who are actually interested in the things I have to say.

      I’m going to write all about how I met her in a post over the weekend, but here’s the basic synopsis: I went to a book launch party for Maureen Johnson’s new book, In the Name of the Star, and she was there.

      I’m so glad that you like my similes. I’m fascinated by finding comparisons that help people understand what it is to feel what I’m describing. Similes and metaphors are one of my favorite things about literature.

      • Thank you! I like your take on life and the ways that you describe it (similes! Similes are wonderful!) So I shall keep reading. :)

        That’s so cooool! I’m excited for the post on the launch party!

  3. Have to agree with the other commenters that you do have a wonderful way with words. Also, how exciting to meet Libba Bray! Glad you had such an excellent day and thanks for sharing it with us.

    • Thank you so much for the compliment! I admire your blog so much that your opinion matters a lot to me.

      I’m going to write a longer post over the weekend with more details about that day. Libba Bray even checked out this blog and is even following me on twitter! My cup runneth over.

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