The Writer and the Page

The blank page on her screen haunted her. Failure. That’s what it said to her face. “But how can I just write for the sake of writing,” she asked the mean page. An amused laugh played somewhere nearby. She decided to let her fingers take over her mind. An hour later, the page begged her to stop. It was feeling too full.

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12 thoughts on “The Writer and the Page

  1. Actually relatable… It often takes a long time to start but once you’re into it, it’s hard to stop 🙂 I really enjoy your blog, Sue!

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