I wanted to write. I really did. Furrowing my eyebrows, I
clicked on another document. I scrolled absently down until I reached its end, and stared at
the blank page for a while. The blank page stared back. After I sat
listlessly for a moment, my fingers still resting on the keyboard, the page won
the contest. I closed the document disconsolately. I can’t work on any of these, I thought. Is this what
writer’s block is like?
I took a final glance over the other documents. I could
almost hear the hum of the computer room in my spy story, and almost feel the
rough stone road under my sandals in my kingdom story, but I knew that no words
would come. After typing out my dilemma for a while and letting autocorrect fix
my misspellings of dilemma, I decided that maybe what I needed was a good
devotion. That always helped when I felt weary and unable to work on anything.
Promptly, I stopped
