Blocked - a short story
She hurled the laptop across the room in frustration. For months now she hadn’t been able to type one word. Not even a storyline had come to her; only fragments which never made sense put together. People said her novels were good, that she wrote well for her age. Then why did it seem she always wrote junk? Trying to fill the void over the last few months, she had done most everything to get her mind on other things, to inspire creativity, to at least be able to come up with something. But everyday she sunk further into the deep emptiness. She had tried every genre. Adventure came out dull. Thriller became stupid. Romance reminded her of how alone she really was. Mystery fell apart at the seams. Science fiction turned creepy way too fast. Fantasy was all too like reality. Fresh air and coffee. That was what she needed. Grabbing her jacket and scarf, she pulled on her boots and trudged out the door. She walked two blocks to her favorite cafe, ordered a latte and t