The time for inspiration had passed. I sat thoroughly annoyed by the sight of the deadline written in red upon the calendar. I love to write and I’ve always had stories to tell but when pushed none come to mind. I turned back to face the computer. The blinding white page of an empty word document stared back at me.
“It’s just a simple children’s story.” I chastised myself. “You can do this! You’ve done it for years, don’t choke now!” I perused the list of possible of plots in my mental catalog.
“A young child is afraid of the dark?”
“No, it’s over done.”
“How about please go to sleep? “
“That has got to be one of the most over used plots in human history!”
“Okay I’ve got it, a monster under the bed?”
“Ugh! Woman quit kidding yourself; most kids think there is a monster under their bed at one time or another.”
“How about a kid saves the day story?”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Could you at least attempt to be original?”
“Forget it! I give up! I think it’s time for lunch!”