Nothing more depressing than a blank page. Nothing more bothersome than a quiet room with no story or voices in my head. Darkness pours in through the patio door window and I am too lazy to get up and go close the blinds. It was a sunny day today.
One would think my description would be that of, “glimmering rays of warmth embracing my arms and neck … soothing away the recent snowfall debacle, and ushering me into a few spare moments of joy before the real winter hits.” Not so. Instead, my inner self forced the following into my head, as I scanned the scenery and looked for another angle that would push my story along:
The fickle sun’s rays teased me into seeing what the world had turned into these past few days. I had not been tempted at all to open the curtains or draw the blinds…
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