What I'm Going To Talk About Today.

Right now, I could talk about how non-idyllic the sister's visit was. But I won't.

I could talk about all of the icky chores I have yet to do. But not today.

I could bitch about the guys, or about work, but I have more important things to talk about today.

I just posted a story.

Do you hear that world?

I f*cking did something. I wrote something. Not great, know. Probably improperly characterized. I wrote fanfic - a byproduct of an already created universe, no new characters. Partially recycled ideas.

I'm not disputing any of that.

But I wrote.

I have not written a story, for public _or_ private consumption....in 2 and a half years.

I am so happy I could cry.