Less-Than-Inspired

I'm feeling inspired by a documentary on TV about narrative writing (not my normal sort of television fare, but better than Barney or Cheaters) so let me try it out on you, my unsuspecting readers.

Dim light filtered through the room. The sun I had watched rise that morning was long gone, slumbering until the next day. Around me, the room buzzed with activity.

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I was inspired, briefly, to write a story of my daughter's birth. It would have been filled with lots of descriptive adjectives and active verbs. Only I got stuck after the opening bit above and never seemed to get the inspiration back.

Happy birthday, anyway, Babygirl. If you go after your third year with as much gusto as you have your second, I'm sure we'll have a great, scary year. Enjoy being two! Love, Mamie.