The girl who’s picked her labeling syllables to be pens&feathers, at least on Ficlets, wakes up in the morning to the sunrise. She stretches, reviews the dreams she’s had, reaches for a pad of paper by her bedside, and jots down the bits and pieces of genius floating about in her head.

She goes about her day with her head in the clouds whenever possible. She goes out of her way to make people think, with conversation some deem exhausting, but most would refer to as simply strange. She smiles at each person she sees.

Noting the fine weather, she climbs a tree with a notebook and pencil. Within half an hour a short story worthy of publication is written. A humorous, light romantic bit of prose.

Later that night, she reviews the good she’s done. She sets her quota for tomorrow higher. A Billy Joel tune runs about her head as she falls asleep in peace.