Not Moving Intentionally

Antagonized by inspiration this morning. Never happened before. Well it has, just not like this, not this loud– being ordered to write and not stop ever. And I’m just getting started. Again this feels amazing. Only 8:34 and I have more than I need for the days quota– ick!! Quota, should never use that word with my writing, or in its tense. Sounds so sales-y, so corporate, and filthy goal oriented. Why can’t I just write? Well today I am.