Everyone Was Dancing

I don't have any discipline at creative writing. Things always come to me in little spurts, when I'm not expecting them, and leave just as quickly. I have to "strike while the iron is hot", or else it's gone forever.

Like take a look at what I just wrote below, which is fiction. I really like it (though I can definitley see things that I would want to change) but it came to me almost completely unbidden. If I wanted to recapture it I would have no idea how, so I could never write, say, a whole short story in the same style, because after the first page I'd be completely at a loss at what to do then.


Everyone Was Dancing
I don’t know how it happened, but all of a sudden everyone was dancing. Or…not all of a sudden, because I think I would have noticed if one second everyone was making small talk, and then, in a split second later, as though I were watching a film with several frames missing, everyone was dancing. But it seemed “all of a sudden,” because I didn’t really notice, not consciously, until literally everyone, including myself, was dancing. The conversation I was having with the attractive foreign stranger, which had been struggling along until then, seemed to be picking up more momentum, with his comments making more and more sense to me, and my responses becoming more finely, more specifically expressive of what I was really wanting to say, and I guess, indeed, as well what he was wanting me to say, because he started to nod his head, like he was grooving to some music, some music I was speaking, and he spoke out in counter-rhythm, the one I didn’t know I needed, to make the music really sing, and both of us were nodding, and both of us were laughing, and our hands were flying everywhere, expressing everything, and then he grabbed me laughing, we were spinning, we were spinning, and everyone was dancing, and singing in the rain, that sprinkled down upon us in the hot and hazy night, in the wide and dirty street, everyone was dancing.