I began a story today and even though it was just a snippet, it felt good to be creative, let myself off the hook for editing, website maintenance, formatting, plot planning, outlining, and whatnot.  It has been so long since I wrote simply for fun.  Now I am on a roll and don’t want to go to bed, even though it is way past my bedtime and I have early obligations.  Here are the first few lines:

The girl sat staring out the mud smeared living room window and mused that this must have been what it was like for people pre-television or cell phones.  She relaxed her eyes trying to see both her mopey reflection and the barbecue pit on the front porch at the same time.  She could almost make it happen, then one would gain prominence.  She was too bored to be frustrated, too numb to really care, so she kept trying until there was a knock at the door.