I’ve been waiting all day for some inspiration to strike. Something, anything. I haven’t particularly felt like writing any fiction today. I’m proud of what I wrote yesterday. I feel like I stitched a whole lot of little bits of fantasy, reality and whimsy together and the product that came out was good. I really didn’t expect it to be that long. I really like it when I get into the visual descriptions I feel like someone reading it can really feel it.
Anyway. I like to be productive on my days off and today was anything but. Tomorrow is a new day.