She stared at the page before her. She wanted to write. She needed to write. But there was nothing coming out of her. No words. No lyrical or poetic compositions. All she could see was the blank page before her.
She had always wanted to be a writer. It had all started when she was a young child. She was enchanted with the words in all of her books. She wanted to create images and stories with words, just like her favourite authors.
Now she faced a wall – she couldn’t write, couldn’t create a story no matter how hard she tried.
Perhaps she should try again tomorrow.