A short story finished tonight. My first reader read it, and laughed so hard he cried. Which is a good thing, as I had intended the story to be funny!
It felt so wonderful to write something just for fun, like I used to as a kid. I'd been thinking about that a lot lately. Something good did come out of my exile due to the wretched flu, after all.
We agreed that writing things because I want to write them, not for something, or because I feel I should, is the way to go.
Funny how the desert is now full of little oasis ponds for me to drink from.
A good night's work I'd say.
PS: A big thank you to the Novelista Barista for my Kreativ Blogger award! Love your work hon!