Okay, there I was, just minding my own buisness and trying to write a
humoruos Tenchi fic. I put my tape in the stereo, grab a piece of
chicken from the fridge, called up the "To Mail" screen (wonder why I
have so many typos? Here's your answer) and begin writing. A few minutes
later I look back over what I just wrote, check it out...


	Ayeka sighed as she watched Sasami playing outside. Her little sister
was still so much in love with life, still so innocent that simply
dancing about with Ryo-Ohkie could keep the young girl enthralled for
hours. There were no demands placed on the afternoon, simply that it
remain sunny so she could play. Or, if the storm clouds did come, that
they be nice enough to leave her a couple of puddles to splash in. 

	Ordinarily, the celebration of life would have put a smile on Ayeka's
face as well. The special bond she had with her sister was like a
window, a window into another world, A world that duty had torn the
young woman from, barely formed. She had been ripped form the warm womb
of childhood and trust screaming into what adults called the real world.
Somedays, Sasami soft little reminders of what happiness should be were
the only things that kept her going. Somedays, but not today. Today, she
felt like that helpless child again, alone and uncertain, looking
everywhere for a friendly face and finding only the cold stares of
strangers.


	...What the !@#$? I don't even like Ayeka, it's NOT even remotely funny
and sets up for some sort of serious fic writing, not the weirdo humor I
was trying for. What am I supposed to do with this thing?

	Any other writers out there have this happen to you? Your mind glazes
over, your listening to a tape, and you inadvertantely write something
you have NO idea what it's about? 

(And the Moon was as blood, the Storms crashed and the Seas BOILED!)
(Typical, thought the Lobsters)  
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