She sat with her spiral bound notebook, suspended in thought – waiting for the words to come. The blank page begged for the caress of her pen on its’ milky white surface. It dared her to break the creative stagnation and produce a masterpiece.
Unfortunately, writing is never quite that easy.
She was defeated over and over in her mind before the first letter marked the paper, yet determined nonetheless. The perfect sentence was there, tiptoeing around her thoughts, playing hide and seek with her brain. There would be a glimpse of it momentarily – just long enough to try and chase after the thought before it escaped completely.
Nevertheless, she remained certain that if she could just compile those carefully chosen words in just the right order that the rest would be effortless – magical even. It all lay on the shoulders of this one sentence.
To be continued…
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