Writer’s Block
He sat at
his desk and stared at his typewriter. It mocked him. His head was full of
tales of daring knights searching haunted castles above rocky beaches and liars
stumbling through sentences as they promised more lies, but none of it could
spill from his fingertips onto the worn out keys of his typewriter. He’d
written a dozen novels, half of which had been published and half of those were
bestsellers, but there was something about that paper hanging from the grasp of
the type writer; it taunted him.
Goblins and
princesses dashed through his head. Dragons reigned terror on unsuspecting
villagers. Hordes of barbarians looted countryside towns. Yet the paper stayed
white. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder and he could’ve sworn he
saw an assassin strike down his dog who was napping in the corner. His
imagination flowed like the rivers of Eden, but like Eden, none would know the
beauty within.
The sun set
as lovers kissed in a cornfield. Daring pilots flew under bridges to escape
their enemies in a dogfight. Astronauts met intelligent life while exploring a
moon in a distant nebula. Wives were unfaithful. Husbands were abusive.
Typewriters were spilling ink onto empty pages throughout the world, but not his.
I know this is supposed to be a fictional blog and well it
usually is, but I’d like to share some words with my followers.
I appreciate everyone who reads my
work. And if you are among those who are wondering what happens in the Assassin
series I promise you I will one day get around to writing it, but like the
character in Writer’s Block I can’t seem to get it on paper. I sat down to
write it and I pumped out Jazmin: Embedding. Sure you can ask me why, but I can’t
explain it.
I know exactly what is going to happen
to our three assassins. I have even seen the last sentence played over and over
and over in that oh so overflowing imagination of mine. The biggest problem
here is that I can’t seem to write the first sentence. So I’m going to ask my
readers to do me a favor.
Write the first sentence of Assassin 5
in a comment and leave it in a comment. If I use your sentence all I can offer
you is my thanks and give you credit on my blog as nothing I do on the internet
is to gain a single penny (yet) so I can’t give you anything.
they crept silently through the camp for a good twenty seconds before they heard the first of the shouting.
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DeleteThey made slow progress, limping, staggering, grunting with various pains, and rubbing eyes salted with sweat and unshed tears.
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