
Valium Time

Writer's BlackIt's 2am. The writer stares at the paper again. His arm is heavy with the weight of the pen, his head heavy with the weight of the hour. "The weight -- the wait -- the way? No." He shakes his head and scratches out the last few words he managed to scribble onto the paper. More minutes tick by in a ceaseless parade of unending indifference. This is the big push now, he must finish or the deadline will pass and then... well it is best not to think of such things.Writer's Black
His eyelids drift wearily towards each other, threatening to block the diabolically blank page from his sight. The visions of words that had come so readily before were da
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