It’s the middle of the night, and I’m having fun

I’m sitting outside right now on my deck watching the rain and the occasional lightning flash off in the distance. I have a beer, I’m listening to music, and I’ve just written two pages of a new short story about a cop who finds a body. I don’t have much more than that except for a vague idea about where I want it to go next. I’m enjoying myself, and I also think I’ve found a new favorite place to write for the summer. Life is good.