My eyes grow wide as I stare at a large blank white space. The pulsing of the little black line grows louder and louder the longer I look at it; I can hear it chanting at me: “Write. Write. Write.”…
My eyes grow wide as I stare at a large blank white space. The pulsing of the little black line grows louder and louder the longer I look at it; I can hear it chanting at me: “Write. Write. Write.”…