She sat at her desk with a black ball point pen in her hand positioned over a blank page in her brand new purple one hundred and fifty page spiral notebook. After time passed and she had still acomplished nothing but staring at the blank lined page, she stuck the back of the pen in her mouth and began to chew on it as if doing so would help her think of something to write. Her blank facial expression slowly turned into one of pure frustration.
Just seconds beofre she had decided to sit down the ideas were tumbling in and out of her forever creative mind. Yet now no words came out. No thoughts about the story that just two minutes ago consumed her brain remained. Running her fingers through long thick brown hair, and idea suddenly popped into her head.
How many days, nights, and afternoons even, had the phenomeon known to writer's as writers block plagued her. How many hours has she spend in this same predicament only to produce something unworthy of attention or even worse...nothing? And even more thought provoking, how many other writers had this happened to? Slowly she took the pen out of her mouth and pulled the spiral notebook closer to her. She got in her comfortable writing position ( notebook turned at an angle), and began writing this...