It’s morning. I’m up before everyone else because the cats will it so. So, I’m on the front porch, writing and enjoying a morning coffee, making notes on a particular scene.

It’s peaceful. Peaceful is something I take for granted these days, and I miss it. There’s nothing better than relaxing, creating, with a nice cup of coffee and The Verve on in the background. It’s like sitting around a pool or a campground with some nice southern rock and good friends, laughing and being utterly stupid, solving all the world’s problems around a fire, beer in hand.

Perfect.

Target: 500 words
Written: 277 words, novella: The Mungk