My first story, an explanation of why I'm not writing stories. Who'da thought.
"Here we go," I think to myself, sitting at my computer.
"Aaaany minute now."
Silence.
"Any minute," I say.
I have a strange way of becoming inspired. I daydream. A lot. Occasionally while lying down, which doesn't work well because I often fall asleep.
I did have a great idea once, for an awesome MLP story. Then I fell asleep, and forgot it.
Basically, I need ideas.
"I can give you ideas!" a bubbly, excited voice says.
Oh, no...
What will happen?