(A tribute to all writers who struggle through constant writer’s block)
by Miles H. Rost
Mug of coffee? Check.
Scratch paper and plenty of 0.5 HB lead sharps? Check.
Typewriter ribbon changed? Check.
Circuit breaker off, lamps on? Check.
He was ready. Nothing could distract him, and nothing could get him down. He was going to write and that was that. He put his fingers on the keyboard and breathed.
And he breathed again.
3 hours later, he was still breathing. Not a single word typed.
He removed his hands from the keyboard and sighed.
“There goes my day…”