Right outta left field!

Whoa, this is a little strange. I sat down to write a new short fiction piece and I ended up with a non-fiction micro-essay inspired by our recent trip.

Where the hell did that come from?
I don't do non-fiction.

And yet, I managed to flesh out a decent piece, about 440 words or so. It has form and function, and tells of an adult coming of age. Still unsure what prompted me to write it. But once the keyboard started clicking, I couldn't stop it.
Edited it.
Revised it.
Proof-read it.
Submitted it!

A stunningly productive hour.
BAM!! Feel like jumping up and shouting,"And that's how it's done, suckers!"

But the dog is asleep on my foot.
Can't wake her.