Yesterday, I found myself staring at page 37 of a script. It’s due next week. No matter how long I stared, page 37 refused to fill up with Courier 12pt.
I downed tools and availed myself of the armoury:
I failed to draw a happy face but I ended the session with a smile.
I returned to the writing cave and was greeted with page 37. My fingers moved over the keyboard:
Of course: a little interlude never hurt no one.