on writing

I don't do it enough. I found a piece of muse today, thanks to someone on twitter. I wrote. It felt good to just put words together. To tell a fragment of a story. I like what I wrote. But it's incomplete. It's as disjointed as ever. I'm still proud of myself. It's not a whole BIG story but it's a very pretty piece. I can feel the sorrow wafting off it. I think I captured the moment. so. Perhaps from now on I'll go search for little muses. String them together like daisies on a chain. Maybe I don't need a big story to feel like I'm an "official" writer. Maybe I just need to write.