Tournaments with Vignettes

I worked hard at work today, so there was no space left in my brain to write. That was until I came home and walked the dog. It was a wild crimson-flamed sky night, and the rain and the wind blew through me.

I then came home and reworked a small piece I had written ages ago, which I found on the computer. It was a little scene all by itself, a standalone piece which should almost have been a poem. Instead it still wanted to be a little vignette, and didn't want to sit on the shelf any more waiting for its turn in the limelight.

So I reworked it, it was now 445 words - to add to my "practice"total, and playful tournaments.

I can do this and my confidence is rising.