No, I'm not. I'm on my couch at home, writing while my dear husband plays a video game. That's why I like him: I can do my own thing, he can do his own thing, and no amount of love is lost between us as we pursue our own flavors of wasting time.
You'll note that thus far none of these prompts have caused me to write a fictional story. It's gonna take a lot of doing to get something like that out of me. I used to write fiction; now I gravitate more towards my own life vignettes. My imagination has always been curbed by my practical instincts. Well, mostly. I never believed in Santa. But I was somehow sold on the Easter Bunny.
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