Wow, it has been a hot min since I uploaded a piece for y'all! Unfortunately, had a bad case of writer's block that lasted a little while.
Still having a bad case of the blocks, but I was able to squeeze out this short piece for ya. It's not perfect but it's a hell of a lot better start than the blank page I stared at for a while.

Nigel paced back and forth. The still blank screen provided the only light in his small, cluttered office. Recently had proven to be rather unproductive, and the night was growing old. The wolf had spent too long looking for inspiration, and frankly, nothing was seeming to help. The writing prompts looked boring, and the piece of a story now 2 weeks old seemed stale.

Maybe he was too concerned about the grammar, maybe he was too concerned about wasting time writing,only to have to go back and rewrite them, or maybe he just wasn't good enough and he knew it. Hell, there were so many things he wanted to write. Maybe he was picking the wrong Genre? Maybe he was holding too tightly to a plot he should have let die long ago? It was hard to say, but chances are it was all the above.

Nigel leaned his head against the wall he sighed, and tucked his tail between his legs. He used to love writing, and the words used to come so easily to him! What happened? Was it the years he took off? Maybe. He had told himself that there was nowhere to go and writing was no longer fun, that the commissions had driven a knife into his heart, but why was did that happen? It could have been the hours spent slaving over word after word, and nothing improving, nothing getting better, and the writing falling far short from where he wanted it to be.

The wolf strode over to his computer, and stared at it while leaning, shoulders stooped, and willing something to pop into his empty mind. Comparing himself to others was stupid. He knew that but it was so fucking hard to not. It was also hard not to project into his writing because to be honest, putting himself into characters chipped the shell he had worked so hard on. Plus it posed its own issues when creating characters because he was an extraordinarily boring person.

But why not project? Nigel pulled out his chair and excitedly sat down. His ears perked for the first time in that night. Sure, he couldn't describe a setting and come up with a plot at the moment, but at the minimum he could ease his frustration by projecting his fears and frustrations into some random ass character for him to come back to and temporarily escape the torment of having nothing. Because at the end of the day isn't that one of the reasons he read and wrote? To escape, and get into some else’s mind and body for a little? He had some cool stories he could probably stretch and manipulate for whatever poor sap he was going to insert into his pseudo life.

The wolf leaned back in his chair and stared into the corner of the room interrupted by a thought. Maybe that’s why he had issues with spewing some words on the paper. The concerns and worries that the pages written would be lack luster and not transport the reader efficiently. That the reader would be left blue balled and unable to escape after placing their trust and hope into the author, and Nigel didn’t want to be that guy.

He folded his arms and signed ,na, that wasn't it. There was more beneath the surface than that. Probably the fact that life is so fucking busy, and there is only so much time in one day for someone to complete their tasks with out losing sleep. Whatever it might be sitting and staring a blank screen wouldn’t do him much good, so he leaned forward and typed his first words in weeks,

“Jimmy laid on his couch, stuck, and unable to write. Angry at the lover he once spent hours a day with now seemed a pale, sickly silhouette of what it used to be, but he was determined to nurse it back to health, regardless of what it might take.”

It may not be fucking perfect but it’s a hell of a lot better than where he was not too long ago.

Hope y'all enjoyed. If you enjoyed let me know in the comments or notes! Watch for more, and I hope to see you next time