I love that word. Zest. Sharp, surprising, exciting. My children are full of zest. Let me give you an example.
6am: My husband and I wake up. We groan. We roll over and pull the covers higher. We stretch. We half roll, half fall, out of bed and drag our feet zombie-style to the bathroom or kitchen where we try to jolt ourselves to life with hot water and strong tea (respectively).
6am: My children wake up. One calls out, “Are you awake?” and the other calls back, “Yes. Is it morning?”
“Yes. It’s morning, it’s morning.”
“Yay. It’s morning. Let’s get up.”
I’m not paraphrasing.
Now where can I get some of that enthusiasm, that zest for life?
Repeat after me. 6am is the best part of the day. My novel is a satisfying challenge. Rejection does make you better.