So, I was stuck on a buss week and a half ago. My trip to New England was not without drama as the bus driver had no idea where he was going & prone to sudden, sharp stops. All this aside, I managed to start writing a new short story. It took a dark turn almost immediately, which was surprising mostly because I wasn’t in that dark of a mood, just sitting in a dark bus. As it stands, I’ve not returned to it, but I’m glad to have turned to writing in a moment of freedom, even if it was forced freedom.