I redecorated for you. Now what to say.
As always I have been terribly unfaithful.
Even now I have no idea what to say.
So many choices, story, poem, random stuff about my life.
Or I could go dig up something I've already written. Yep, I pick that one.
This is from my NaNoWriMo attempt in November:
She sat in the center of the shop against the wall and sipped the warm sugar and caffeine slowly. She watched as people flowed in and out irregularly. People are not like the tides, they do not march to a regular beat, but their different rhythms swirl around each other beautifully. Celia sat sometimes with her eyes closed, sometimes with her brain miles away.