Sitting.
Waiting.
Looking around.
Everyone else is already writing.
Maybe I'll just write something too,
just to look productive.
I think it's working now!
All of you have been fooled.
I look at my watch.
The numbers remind me of something out of Alice in Wonderland.
Pens continue to move.
But nothing here.
Nothing in here.
More writing! He demands.
More creativity!
It's not so easy! I cry out.
Well, I cry out inside.
Never will I give myself away.
I can't let everyone know that I'm stuck in an unrealistic writer's block.
Just keep writing, I say to myself.
Just keep the pen moving.
No one will ever know.
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