Clicks of a Typewriter
Writing Challenged.
My fingers hover above the keyboard, indecisive.
I have a whole alphabet, but no words to string together.
I started writing when I was young, but could never figure out why my stories never ended.
Maybe I understood life better then, because is there really an order to life? is it just one big ramble?
I want to be a writer, but I don’t know where to end my sentences.
I want people to read my writing
I want my characters to be real, not just pieces of paper.
Should I give up?
I’ve never finished something I’ve started, so is there really a point? Or should I just want to write for the love of writing?
I have a whole alphabet, but no words to string together.
I started writing when I was young, but could never figure out why my stories never ended.
Maybe I understood life better then, because is there really an order to life? is it just one big ramble?
I want to be a writer, but I don’t know where to end my sentences.
I want people to read my writing
I want my characters to be real, not just pieces of paper.
Should I give up?
I’ve never finished something I’ve started, so is there really a point? Or should I just want to write for the love of writing?
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drabbles... this one is pretty simple to understand.