You're trying to come up with an idea.
You can't.
Click.
There's that pen, that clicky pen.
Click.
Writers block has you stopped, but that pen is there to calm you.
Click.
The words that pen could spout would be infinite if the idea could solidify in your head, if those ideas could find their words to create a beautiful literary harmony.
Click.
Your neighbor looks over at you.
"Stop the clicking."
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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