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You’re sitting down at a desk, outside the window there are clouds for miles and the sky is threatening to rain, but you’re inside so honestly it’s not really bothering you. What’s really skulking around in your mind is the blank computer screen you’re staring at and you’re wondering the universal question what the heck do I do now?
Then your mind starts getting really dicy. You think to yourself that this really isn’t a desk your sitting at but a fold out table with water stains smeared across the surface. You realize that it’s actually raining now and man the window is open and now you’re getting wet and there are more stains on the desk/table now. “Tablesk.” The scrambled word falls involuntarily, and you have some regret. Your throat makes a choking sound.
But you’re laughing. No regret. The laugh eases into a smile because finally you found something to put down. You’re a writer.
So, you write.