Must begin writing once more

To as I sit here on my laptop, I try to consider all the things that I could be doing at this point. Due to problems with my computer running certain videogames I have been shut out of one of my favorite pastimes. My boyfriend lies sleeping on the couch next to me as he works on recovering from an illness that has been plaguing him for a few days now. I feel compulsions to crochet, and yet the words of one of my friends rings in my ears.

"You must write so well, I really want to read something that you've written."

Guilt assaults my conscience! Though I love stories and love telling stories, I have yet to actually write anything. In fact, the last time I tried to write any of the story ideas in my head was back when I was in Jr. High. That was years ago!

So, therefore, I must begin writing again so that my friend will be able to read something of mine.

I suppose I should start where many good stories begin: the realm of dreams. Where else does great inspiration spring from?