Pointless story

I don't know what came over me, but yesterday, I spent most of the day working on weird random piece of writing completely outside my wheelhouse. I don't know where it came from.

It's prose, for a start, which is strange, but the story is like nothing I'm normally interested in. And I don't even know why I'm writing it. What do I want to do with it? I'm kind of embarassed to even tell anyone what it's about, much less show it to anyone, so I don't even know if there is anything to do with it. The idea is WEIRD, and probably a little bit pointless. I have no plans to share it with anyone at the moment.

But I couldn't stop myself working on it. I rationalized that should probably keep my prose muscles working just for craft's sake, and since I had this burst of creativity at a time where I'm kind of generally too tired to write, I kind of just wanted to ride it. I wrote four solid pages out of nowhere. Right now I'm planning on finishing it, though I may change my mind if it seems too stupid. But I'm a little surprised it came out of me.