Does Writing Make You Happy?

Buongiorno a tutti!

Since I hadn't sat down to write anything for Mauricio in a couple of days due to finishing off my HR essay, I did so yesterday because I felt really motivated. I actually got quite a lot written, and I've introduced one of my favourite characters into the story which I'm pretty excited about.

But anyway, the purpose of this blog is because I had this thought: writing this story makes me happy. Like, genuinely happy. At first I found this quite weird because, well, it's not exactly a happy story, not in any sense of the word. In fact, it's quite the opposite. But yet still it makes me happy. I look forward to sitting down to looking through my notes and plans and writing it. Even when I write something and then don't like it, I'm happy to change and adjust it so that it sounds right.

Hell, I even love doing research for Mauricio. I ended up watching two documentaries about the Miracle in the Andes which were utterly fascinating (and I might have cried /whoops), but only make up about 100 words of the content of Chapter Three so far. On a side note, I really do recommend watching any documentary you can about that particular event if you're interested in how strong our will to survive is as human beings, or even if your interested in anthropophagy etc (I hope that doesn't come across as too creepy XD).

To be honest, I've never felt this way about writing before. I haven't written a lot, but never have I ever felt the need to force myself to write any of this story. I can't imagine feeling that way about it. I'm not sure why it makes me happy, but I'm glad it does.

I guess my question is simply: does writing make you happy?