So I'm in a lull between classes because my Anthropology teacher doesn't want to teach today...again. And all I can do is think about writing. I want to rush home, turn on the laptop, and pull up one of my stories--hell, I don't even know which one--and write. Create. Add to the universe which is constantly unfolding nearly every single day I open the clamshell.
I was watching the news earlier and the milk crisis in China was being discussed, and it gave me ideas to add to my story. I'm finding inspiration in every nook and cranny. And I don't even need synthetic "optimism" to barrel through it, either. This is great!
Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna sleep through this next class (computer info...blah blah if you ask me!) to keep the creative juices churning in my soggy, gray brain!