So happy

I really can not express how happy it makes me that I was able to write today. To me, there is no worse feeling in the entire world than when I have an idea in my head, but simply can not get it down on paper. Or rather, can not get it typed into Word. It is the same relief that comes when a headache finally begins to ebb, or when that stubbed toe suddenly stops feeling as though your entire foot is being gnawed off by wolves.
Sadly, all my work is SHIT and will not be read by anyone other than my friends, and them by force. See, I don't get Pulitzer prize ideas or story lines in my head. No, see, today I finally figured out how I could link a dead, zombified John Goodman into my Nicolas Cage/Keanu Reeves vampire saga. You won't exactly be seeing that mainstream anytime soon. 
Sometimes when I think of all the time and effort I have put into these stories (count is up to four), I begin to get that nervous feeling and think, "Did I waste too much time on something that will never amount to anything?" It was the same question I had to ask myself when I invested a lot of time and obsession into some guy I liked, only to finally realize it was hopeless. He I will admit defeat over, these stories, though, these are my creative babies. So while I am wasting quite a bit of time on stories that I find quite funny, but other people might deem offensive and horrific, I still hold out hope that one day they will get the appreciation they deserve. I keep imagining some sort of contest that requests the most fucked up story, or the most random story, something along those lines, and I submit it and it gets read and I get sued by Nicolas Cage and Keanu Reeves.
Really, it's all part of my master plan to meet Judge Reinhold.