Tick…Tick…Tick… The seconds grew louder from the clock on the wall as my thoughts swirled directionless in my head. “Damn this is harder than I thought” I shrugged begrudgingly, taking my face into my hands with my elbows bent in support, resting on the desk. "Don’t be afraid to write!” I recalled in a whispered gusto impersonation of my english professor. I picked up my head and stared at the blank word document with my hands folded into each other making a fist formation. The text cursor, staring back at me, eager to be shifted into drive and cruise across the page, spellling out delicous words to engulf the desires of one’s heart. I exhale sharlply, as if about to lift the worlds heaviest deadlift, and postion my fingers on the keyboad poised in anticipation. To my astonishment, those directionless thoughts became a pool of ideas and possibilities. My fingers became like screetching tires at the sound of a pistol as my mind gently pulls one idea at a time and sorts it into a “use” or “save for later” subfolder in my brain. I stop, looking at the page with a smile. With paragraphs of gibberish, letters shoved together in no particular order, and a “save for later” file labeled full in my brain. I had finally writtewn my first piece.