Isaac was cleaning out his computer. There were a bunch of duplicated images, old files he didn't need., so on and so forth that was just taking up space. Not that he had a particular need for space at the moment, it was mroe that he was bored, and this was something for him to do.
"Hello," he said to himself, "I don't remember this."
He opened up the document and started to read. Huh. It was an old story he had started at one point, but never got around to finishing. It was even older than some of his published novels.
He hadn't published anything for a while.
As he read, Isaac started making the odd correction. A few misspelled words the spell checker hadn't picked up. A sentance that could be phrased better. He found himself laughing at some jokes he didn't remember writing, but they sure sounded like something he'd come up with.
It took him some time to get through, the story being rather long, even if it wasn't finished. And when he did come to the point where he had left off, Isaac was a little disapointed. Still, fueled by what he just read, and at least remembering where he wanted to go, he started writing.
It went slowly at first, but soon Isaac was quickly typing away. The story almost seemed to be writing itself.
After awhile, Isaac paused. He stretched, glanced at the clock, and his eyes bulged out in surprised.
He had been writing for two hours. That was the most creative progress he had made on his own in... in... in he couldn't think how long. Of course, he had been writing songs with his brothers since the band got back together, but that was teamwork.
This was him. Just Isaac.
Isaac chewed his lip, and turned his head slowly to his guitar. He absently saved his work, stood, took up his guitar and began to play.