What lingers in the fog?

It creeps its way through the back woods and travels along the vacant pathways. Silent, as it descends down the wooden stairs and into the back yard. Gently rolling over the patio, it spreads itself between the flower planters; the cedar absorbs the mist and hides it in their porous beams. As the water beads and drips to the concrete the puddles vibrate and spread. The tiniest waves make their way up to the door and partially reform into a blanket of white that curtains the glass. I look out, unsure. I begin to slide the door open and peer into the vapors. Seeing nothing I step, onto the patio “ARRHHH!!!!” the water sinks through my slippers and soaks my socks. Wet feet, wet feet, stunned and lingering in the fog.

Don’t bother asking me where this came from; I honestly have no idea. It just came out. Sometimes my brain just wonders like that. I’m told that it’s only insanity if you’re poor, otherwise it’s eccentric. Crap! I guess that means I’m nuts, huh? Oh well, today I shall go on my merry little crazy way.

Now Why Don't He Write

Ok, so maybe I haven’t been so consistent. It’s not my fault though, really man, the dog ate my computer; I swear!
I have been writing though, I think I’m working on a novel. If it turns out similar to what I envision then I’ll end up with a dystopian novel with a romantic era (1780ish-1840ish) feel to it and, gee, I would love to have a Dickens sound to it. I guess we’ll have to see. It’s still way too early to know anything about it for sure. Heck, I don’t even know the character’s names yet. So far, I’m referring to them as HERO, HEROIN, XX, and YY but I may change the two latter names to XY and XX just for sexual orientation purposes :-)
Now, I am going to try and write more often…remember in Dances with Wolves when the big, fat, sloppy guy said, “I bet there’s someone waiting at home saying; Now why don’t he write” if not then go watch the movie it’ll come to ya sooner or later, anyway I digress. So, I’m going to try and write more often, really. I’m inspired and maybe I’ll be able to find some time. That’s always the issue, isn’t it?
So sue me, no wait don’t. I mean it really…don’t.