The hissing noise was just the confidence of the writer. The ink marks on the page proved that the words were flat, uninventive and dull. The words, they lay still on the white canvas in an arrangement that was shitty at best.
Organization of the story was right at the time, it seemed to flow but then again something didn’t seem right. The story didn’t hop onto the page; the words nearly fought the writer as they were forced down.
Something is better than nothing. The ink pen begs to differ.
Confidence gone the writer begins again taking bits and pieces of the carcass that lay still. Something must be resurrected, there had to be a story there. The grade depended on it, the readers yearned for it and the editor needed it.
Something is better than nothing, perhaps the third time will be a charm.
-MO-
2 comments:
Wow!! I feel like you just crawled inside my head. That is EXACTLY how I feel right now, discouraged and uninspired. Great job of capturing the situation!
Wow, that's cool! I really like it!
But at the moment, I'm totally feeling the cat picture. I could seriously KILL the next person that tells me I have "issues."
Ok, so that's just one person, but still.
You'll love this. He's totally into therapy and thinks that by pointing out my flaws, I'll go see one too.
Sorry, this isn't the place to post that.
Great job! Love it!
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