I wrote a short story last night. It was 11pm and I had nothing else to do with the evening. I figured that I should go to bed and try to get a decent night's sleep; it had been a long time since I'd done just that. I snuggled into bed, and opened up my notebook with the intention of jotting down some imagery that had stuck with me throughout the day. As soon as I put pen to paper a short story began to develop. It's done now, and typed up. It's very, very short. I don't know whether or not I should post it or not. In some ways, it would be nice to have some feedback on a narrative; on the other hand, I don't write narrative and am not quite sure I'm ready to burden the site with my juvenile ramblings. Yes, I do that already with my poetry, but for some reason it feels safer. I'm sure I'll get around to posting it one of these days. Typing it up I was able to read through it again, and am not as disgusted with it as I though I would be.

Hope everyone's January is shaping up to be quite fine. More than halfway through it now, hopefully school will start again so I have something definite to focus on.

Cheers

PS. Some funny English on the back of my bottle of St. Remy:

St Remy Authentic VSOP is exclusively elaborated from the distillation in France of exceptional varietal wines harvested in the most french prestigious vineyards.