I wrote this at work on Wednesday. Thought sharing it wouldn’t hurt.
Writing is an incredibly difficult skill to convince one’s self to practice. The pen moves slowly across the sheet as words and ideas and half truths seep from the brain and eventually through the fingers. A singular cramp in the hand, just north of the topmost knuckles, is enough to make anyone cringe and set the pen down for a respite. The will to continue leaking the story onto the page must be strong enough to withstand most of the chronic discomforts of the world.