He found that he couldn’t stop writing. Ideas began flowing from him like water, his thinking was all over the map, and ficlets were the perfect format for jotting down those ideas. He was able to write little pieces of his stories and watch the community make them grow.
Dragons, princesses, virtual worlds, space ships, all of these ideas he’d been dreaming about for years suddenly appeared in print on the screen before him.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing other than writing more ficlets. He found he couldn’t travel anymore, or leave his home computer to go into the office.
The news stories of people dying by spending too much time in front of their computers were amusing to him, but didn’t concern him as much as they should have.
His art was beginning to take over his life.