Zack's fingers sat motionless on the keyboard. He stared blankly at the computer screen. Where were the words? Picking at the keys, he typed a few words, but deleted them. Rubbish. A glance at the clock, told him hours had passed.
Maybe today wasn't his day. He didn't want to give up. Writing every day was important. He had skills to hone if he was ever going to become a best selling novelist.
Muscles groaned as he pushed to his feet. Grabbing his favorite zarf, he poured himself a cup of coffee. Maybe that would coax out his muse.