I sit here pontificating, sipping a burning hot cup of chamomile tea, staring at my glowing computer screen with no words left in me. No words because I have spent the past week of my life writing my buns off—10 pages on Jane Austen's novels, another 10 on different philosophies of education, five analyzing a poetry collection, and so on. But somehow, I am mustering up the energy to tap away at these little letters, to tickle the black plastic of this noisy keyboard and produce strings of words that you probably don't find particularly riveting. Still, amid all of the academic writing that is required of someone in my major, I write for The Odyssey every single week. Why, you ask?

For me—now don't roll your eyes just yet!—writing is one of the most satisfying activities in which I routinely engage for two reasons. The first is that, to me, there are few things more beautiful than that moment when you read something that you wrote aloud, and it sounds like poetry. You know what I'm talking about? When you realize that you, yes you, came up with that exquisite phrasing, that unique conglomeration of carefully selected words, that artfully designed, perfectly formed thought you see gracing the presence of the page before you. If you are a writer, you understand this blissful experience and know that I am not even over exaggerating.

The second is that good writing is such a rarity these days, and because I have discovered that I enjoy writing, it is worth practicing and refining my "craft," so to speak, whenever there is an opportunity to do so. This may surprise you, but I actually do spend hours on these articles (even that one with all of the Eminem GIFs that I whipped up months ago) because I enjoy the practice.

Moral of this story: Do what you love, and do it often. Become a master of it. Teach someone else to do it. Share it, treasure it, explore it, dream about it, embrace it.

I just felt like I had to compose this article for all of those people who are confused about why my weekly articles keep littering their news feeds. "Damn, this girl is prolific," you might say under your breath as you scroll through my 25 plus articles. Yep, because for me, writing is just right.

Wow, apparently I did have a few words left.