I woke up today wanting badly to write another story. Short story. I've written one before. Six pages long and, really, the only story I have ever really finished. Ironically, it took me about four hours total to write. And I wrote it at work. Go figure. This way, I know that if I don't have a solid idea and if it takes me longer than a day to really get it done, it's a piece of crap. But I really wanted to write another one. This one is much more dramatic than the first one. It's a tad unrealistic, but not for me. I just finished it. It's okay, probably needs a few adjustments. I don't know why I want to keep trying. Because I want to write another one, a shorter one.
Bah, don't ask, I'm obsessive, I just thought I'd say hi and, erm, that's actually about it. hehe.