Confessions of a Stumped Writer

Do you dare to know my mind???

At last, a smile appears on my lips as I stare into the blank canvas I call my notebook. No, I have not written anything for as long as I can remember. Darn my lazy, uncreative ways.

Sigh... If only I can erupt with creativity and finally be able to finish that book I started months ago. Darn my lack of interest...

Alas! I sit here and write, write, write! I can finally expand my wisdom to those who are dumb and that I pity. No. I shall not waste any second! Scribble... scribble...

When I stare at it, reading it loud and proud, I frown. There's nothing fascinating about this. It's junk, worthless! S**t! Darn it... I was so close...

After a few minutes of tears and banging my head on the wall, I start to think about my dreams. Ah, yes. The amazing mind of mine and the dreams it contains. I can go on forever with the stories I had throughout the night. Some, may I say, are quite inappropriate for the young eye. Darn it, I am young as well. Now what a cookie that is. Erasing...

How about I talk it out? Grab a recorder and speak the story and then later write it down. Oh no... That would involve hearing my idiotic self. And what if someone else hears? What will happen then?

Sigh... Here I go again...

Aha! I can just... Wait... horrible idea... horrible...

Scratch... scratch...

Is it time to eat already? Farewell my lonely notebook. For I will return...

Oh, who am I kidding? The pages are ripped off quite a lot. From 150 pages to 92... How am I supposed to write a novel in that?! It's a shame that I'm letting myself get the best of me. I cannot help it. Maybe if I think while I eat. No. The last time I did that I nearly fell asleep. Hm. Okay, I got it! I shall write down ideas as I eat. The best thinking is while my tummy is happy.

No, no. That's not my best thinking. Liar!

I pity myself.

Then a smile--that same smile!--appears oh-so slowly. I have a writing! It's brilliant, bold, and marvelous. I laugh with glee and scribble it down into the notebook. I cannot stop the bubbles in my stomach and the giggles that are coming out rapidly.

Suddenly I am done and walk away proudly. I'll read it tomorrow and see how much I actually wrote... Hopefully I won't be disappointed.

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[crazysox]

This is almost EXACTLY what I go through nearly every day. Glad to know I'm not the only one, and it makes a great story. :)