This is a practice, it is only a writing practice. If it had been a real one, it would have grabbed a reader's attention, but I do think I'm on to something.

On my way home from work tonight I was upset. Certain parts of my anatomy did drag. The shifts we have little choice about as the nursing shortage worsenes results in some very long hours. I don't mind the work. I am honored that someone trusts me to do what's best for them, to take care of them, when they can't. I expect it to sometimes ask even a lot of me. But I so need a little of me left over once in a while.


So I have an idea. When I'm tired and weary, I will try to describe how that feels. (This is only a test, remember) and when I'm happy about something, will tell you about that, too.
I'll keep notes that may be exactly what a writer needs to tell a wonderful story. But remember, this is only a test.