A woman sits in front of her trusty computer, staring at the blank document before her. Her fingers are held over the keys in anticipation, her breath slightly fogging the screen in her cold quarters. This is how she stays, for five, ten, fifteen minutes and more, but it's no use. No matter how wonderful, how profound the idea she had not long ago, once she sits to write it out she fails.
Frustrated, the woman stands up to stretch her muscles. Pacing back and forth in front of her desk, she grumbles to herself, trying to recall what it was she was planning to write. A glimmer of what she had suddenly comes out of her mouth, like an actress on the screen she recites her masterpiece. Excited, she sits down once more, only to completely forget what it was she had said. Again.
The struggling writer sighs. Maybe it's stage fright? Yes, that must be it. The writer must learn to write for herself once more, and not think of others. The writer needs one good writing session, to unclog her mind of all ideas and half-finished plots.
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Okay yeah, so the end of July wasn't really a great one. It was the 1 year of my dad's death, and then not too long ago I woke up with agonizing pain in my mouth... Had to get a tooth pulled. BLAH. As I hope you can all see by what I posted before this, I'm trying hard to shake the issues of writing I've been having. I need to get myself a voice recorder... But can't afford it quite yet. Kittys need shots, people need to be fed, bills need to be paid and all that stupid stuff. If I have an audience out there to begin with, I beg your forgiveness and hope you understand.
