I've taken the last couple of weeks off of writing, and to be honest, I'm not sure why. It's not writer's block. I don't get that. I do, however, get sluggish.
It could be Twitter. I'm addicted to the posting, and I enjoy tying people's names to mini-stories. One of the folks described it as flash fiction. In a way, I guess it's true. The stories are all 140 characters or less. Lots of fun:
APOCALYPSE BEGINS: "We were dragging @JezebelsBody into the woods, when, dammit, she sat up and took a bite out of Clem!"
Red pill. Blue pill. I was so confused. Finally, I settled on the @aussiepill.
"Yo! It's just a @ZombieAldous. No worries!" It was true: One zombie in their path. But 10 lurked in the forest.
April named her @Chainsaw_Sally because of the scream it made when slicing through flesh.
"If you want to bust this case open, you need @Kelli_McCracken." He peered out the window. "She's the one with the hammer."
To her friends, she was a @JAustenwannabe. But to those of us who bothered to #follow, she was a Reno showgirl.
There were actually two arks. One found land. The other made it to nirvana by #following @ravenofskys.