The Art of the Short Story

I'm in my Life Science lecture right now and I'm completely ignoring everything that's going on, which is a problem because then I fail my problem sets. Whoops.
I don't really care though. Weird? Yes. Don't worry, I'm not going to fail out of school or anything, I just have some new priorities. Or, rather, old priorities.
I'm excited about writing again.
I don't care about the chemical process of phosphate bonds and the protein structure of HIV; I'm distracted by the story I wrote and I'm getting all dorky and excited for my writing workshop later when I'm going to get feedback on it. I'm ignoring this lecture and reading through my blogs, and now I think I'll read through my story again and try to keep working through everything I don't want in there, narrowing down what I want to say (and figuring out what that is) until I can actually say it.
This is crazy. All I want to do is write right now, and that's the last thing I'm going to do.
I should write another short story.
I like short stories.
They're punchy and they say what they mean ad there's no room for a slip--either the writing is good or you're out and your reader is on to the next fad. Language amazes me.

L