Statement of the Bleedin' Obvious

I don't like it when I don't write, but not writing seems to be my default state just now, mostly because of work. I find it hard to pick up the thread of things where I left off because my mind is elsewhere.

In a "doh!" moment yesterday I realised that it didn't matter, so long as I was writing something, anything, to flex the creative muscles. It doesn't have to be tied to an existing project. So I jotted down a couple of ideas and images, then wrote a 1500 word short story in one sitting. It needs revision, but it came as a relief just to get it out of my fingers and into my Dropbox.

The task now is to turn it from a mere story into actual writing.

Estimated Epiphany

 A couple of viable short stories hit the notebook, the second of which is now written, kind of. It got mashed up with something else I was pondering featuring a Grateful Dead tribute band.

980 words in 1st draft and stream-of-consciousness around some fixed waymarkers. And I rather like it, albeit that it's still in early draft.