Snippets.

I hate snippets.

Snippets are what I call little bits of words that would make a great part of a story, but the rest never comes out.

It happens a lot.

I try to write them down, but I think my muse died when I started dating Nolan. (Not blaming him, just saying that long-term relationships are distracting from writing.)

College also seems to have helped destroy my muse.

But I digress. The reason I'm babbling about snippets is because one came to me in the shower.

That last sentence sounded kind of dirty.

I should prolly go to bed.