Jean’s Writing – Five Sentence Fiction: Irritation
Like every other writer in the world, I decide to write a best seller, a hell of a book.
How long could it take, thirty days, ninety days?
Soon the printer is out of ink, I’m flipping over used paper, and my annoyance grows as I consider this may take a year or a millennium.
My damn computer has become a source of irritation not inspiration as words fail to appear.
I’m ready to concede no great story is forthcoming, all hope is lost, and then the magic happens, not with massive fireworks, but with a tiny spark, I hear the voice of my muse.