Revently, an acclaimed author of absurdist plays (who may or may not have lost some marbles) asked me if I wrote. I sighed and replied that I used to. She asked why I dont anymore, and i responded that I hadnt been inspired.
Ive been wanting to wrote again, but as i told her, i was not inspired. Sure i had some short plots in my head, but i never wrote it down and they never developed in my head.
I was recently inspired! I am writing a compilation of short stories based on thought while sitting alone, or wishing to.
Maybe when i finish one ill post it here.