Sometimes strange imagery gets stuck in my head, but I haven’t got the time to write long, descriptive pieces and so I indulge in pseudo-automatic writing where I try to hoard everything and anything associated with the imagery instead. I am immensely fond of recycling my own characters, by that I mean giving them all some thin disguise and throwing them into new worlds. Sometimes I get writing boners and beg people for prompts. Most of the time, I just want to write ridiculous things probably only myself would want to read.
(I am an ’88-er who writes for fun and occasionally for the sheer challenge of writing.)