“Hey, you need to try this website, man! It’s really cool, you’ll like it. You write stories, but you only have 1000 characters to do it! It’s fun.”

Sigh.

After much prodding, I sit down one day to read over what my brother has written on this site…ficlets.com. Takes FOREVER to load, I’m about to go off and do other things when I finally get into the meat of it.

Hmm. Not bad.

I haven’t written anything substantial in years. So far as I know, my brother hasn’t either…but he’s put out some solid material in this cramped format. I look around some more.

Actually some good writers here. Will Wheaton? Isn’t that Wes Crusher? I hate Wes Crusher. Picard, all day, all the way.

I decide to do my first ficlet, “A Clear Blue Spike.”

Oh good, a mature option. I can curse. Fantastic.

Got a few comments and ran with it. Now I’ve got a 50+ ficlet series going, and I’m enjoying the heck out of it.

It feels good to be back in the swing of writing.

Almost like coming home.

And now I’m stuck.