It’s like trying to write with a 50-foot long pencil. The pencil is familiar—you’ve used one for years—but this pencil won’t move the way that you’re used to. It seems weighted to the floor. Heavy with indecision, certain you won’t be able move it. Mocking you, smiling at you, pointing at you. Laying there.
Zero words, white pages
Zero words, white pages
Zero words, white pages
It’s like trying to write with a 50-foot long pencil. The pencil is familiar—you’ve used one for years—but this pencil won’t move the way that you’re used to. It seems weighted to the floor. Heavy with indecision, certain you won’t be able move it. Mocking you, smiling at you, pointing at you. Laying there.