I stare at my screen hoping for inspiration. Sure, I’ve been able to come up with 100-word stories every week since I started trying to do so, but they were all flukes, right? Writing a few stories doesn’t make me a capital-A Author. Who am I trying to fool? My well of story ideas has run dry.
I refuse to give in to this negative self-talk, and so I will sit here and stare at my screen until the next story idea comes.
