I sometimes do a writing exercise in which I limit myself to 100 words. I typically start by jotting down adjectives, nouns, and verbs that come to mind when I consider the concept about which I intend to write. Then I string them together with prepositions and pronouns and all that, and condense. I don't write for a career or anything, but I often find that it helps when I'm trying to figure out what I want to say and I have too many thoughts bouncing around my head.
Below is the last one I did - about a month and a half ago, shortly before I moved 400 miles away from my boyfriend.
Dawn creeps silently over the horizon as I watch him sleep; his breathing is calm and steady. I have grown accustomed to his snoring - there is a comfort in it and I will miss it when I am gone. He stirs as I snuggle against him. I rest my head upon his shoulder and drape my arm across his chest. He grasps my hand in his and I feel right where I belong. I have learned to cherish these moments. I will not make the same mistake as I did before, for these moments may never be mine again.