I like how I write; I like to reread some of my old stuff and hit upon great, poignant lines, and that's when I decide that I'm an effing genius.
I like how, once I get in the mood to be creative, all these ideas just come to me, and I see them congealing into one uniform whole, "Well, that's perfect, I can name him that because it references the mining foreman AND the Great Kanto Quake, and it just makes so much sense because Jacob was wearing a BLUE scarf and—omg—the finger she loses is her RING FINGER holy cow I'm an effing genius!"
I like my hair, and my new glasses, and how awesome I look in a black hoodie.