Hm. Haven't posted in a while. Here's one for ya.

Looking up and around, she hmmmed. She was lost. Absolutely lost. Maybe she'd find her way back somehow. But then, she hadn't had a destination in mind, so perhaps she wasn't really lost so much as finally there. She just had to find out where 'there' was.

And another. Somewhat autobiographical. ;)

She wanted to write a real story. With a beginning, middle, and end, a coherent plot, and original characters. Beginning, middle, and end, she normally had a good handle on. But with original characters, she tended to sacrifice coherency, and vice-versa. She'd written quite coherent stories starting her friends, or celebrities, or the fictional characters conceived by others. She'd also written with characters of her own. But they all drifted off before completion, or were simple paragraph-or-two blurbs that led to nothing of consequence. They never started that way in her brain, she merely lacked either the words or the attention span to put her ideas to paper. But nonetheless, she wanted to write a real story.

Bwahahahah!