Have you ever sat down to write a story?

Any kind — fiction, tall tale, business case study, autobiography?

And, with the thinnest of plots, started writing, regardless of plausible outcome?

Or did you pause, chronicling the writing process itself for fun?

Friends of mine gave me a new device to play with.

Combining  a modified through-the-wall radar unit, microfacial/skin movement detection webcam software routines, and a black box they won’t tell me what it contains, I can, while looking rather geeky wearing a  fanny pack, walk down the street and read people’s thought processes, not just feel their “mirror” neurons firing in sync with mine.

But how do I know if the device works as my friends promised?

Easy!

Try it on myself, of course.

If I look at myself in the mirror, I am a woman about 5′, 8″ tall, 125 lbs, brunette hair and green eyes.

I have a great personality which makes my ordinary looks more appealing than the average bear.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I am a woman bear with higher-than-normal intelligence, thanks to my “parents,” who programmed my genetic material to create a humanlike child in personality inside the figure of a brown bear.

Anyway, I set the device in front of me and let it read my thoughts.

According to the device, I am thinking about writing a short story, my back itches where I can barely reach it, there’s an almost imperceptible buzzing sound in my ears and I’m hungry.

But wait!  That’s not all!

I can see the early sketches of the short story taking place, with snippets of previous conversations flowing through my thoughts, images both real and imagined merging into background scenes for characters studies I haven’t formulated yet.

Ah-ha!  My right ear is buzzing much louder.  My boyfriend wants my attention and, thanks to long-range wireless enhancement of my “love/sympathy/mirror” neuron network, he can get it.

Talk about fuzzy logic!

What is love if we don’t immediately respond when our loved ones really need us?

Oh well, gotta go.  I’ll complete this short story another time.  I need a good doorframe to scratch my back first!