My hands hang over the keyboard, ready to type the first sentence. The first word. The first letter. Anything. Ideas needed to be jotted down, entire stories written in the margins of my mind.

But, right now when I needed it most, there is nothing.

My hands move away, but the program is waiting. Blinking, wanting to type out more.

But there is nothing.

I sit back. I think. I plan.

What am I trying to write?

A poem. A song. A short story. A tall tale. A novel. A fanfiction.

An emotion.

The process.

What am I writing?

Exactly... I'm answering the question.

But I don't know what I'm writing exactly.

I'm writing to...write.

Because I feel like writing but I don't know what to say.

Oh well.

No one reads this anyway.