Recently I've gotten back into a writing habit I'd kinda forgotten about. And forgotten how useful it can be. It's basically a warm up exercise to get in the zone for writing, kinda like stretching before a work out. Since they might make great inspiration for new stories, I'll post them here see what you guys think. Here is one to start off with. If you guys feel inspired to write your own, go for it.

What would you do if you met a famous person.

What would I do if I met a famous person? That's one of those ice breaker questions isn't it, a way to spark up a conversation in a abstract way. Only for me, it's not exactly absctrzct. Okay it's not abstract at all. You want me to tell you what happened? Fine. I'll tell you. But you had better not tell anyone else or I will literally kill you. You know how I'm the kinda girl to just rush into something headlong without looking? Yes, exacyou promised not to mention that againI don't care if I looked cute..can I tell this story? Thank you. Anyway, this time I was the one rushed into headlong. Literally. It was a busy weekend; milkshake orders flying about all over the place; just like me trying to keep up. And it's not easy to roller skate around a busy restaurant, balance a tray of glasses and keep that darn short skirt from flapping up; let me tell you. Anyway I was just passing the entrance when she rushes in and bamI go flying. So does the tray along with six double thick chocolate cream specials. All of which go splattering over both. Poor thing never stood a chance. At least she took it in good grace, better than I would if I was dripping in milkshake from head to toe. Which I was. Can you imagine it, both of us lying there in a tangle of legs and arms and a puddle of creamy milkshake. Like a knight rescuing a princess she helped me up and just like that gave me a hug before ordering drinks for everyone. Best day ever.