Have you ever felt like this?

Through my cheap red-rimmed plastic glasses, I stare at my blank Microsoft Word document, then at my off-white Vaio keyboard, all this while my mind scrambling furiously for writing inspiration.

I think but to no avail. "It's okay, no one strikes gold the first time," my mind comforts itself as it continues its earnest search for the perfect opening sentence.

Nil.

Nada.

My ugly made-in-China $15 Quartz table-clock continues its irksome ticking as I think somemore. Still, nothing comes to my impoverished mind.

But the mind persists.

Nay.

Zilch.

By this time, a good fifteen minutes have passed and my document is still shamefully blank.

%*^&

*&%$

Agitation starts to course through my entire being. My right leg, crudely crossed over my chunky left thigh, started its vulgar shaking as my body tenses. The frustrating writer's block activates my compulsive-hypersensitive mode. The surrounding air becomes increasingly stifling, the floor beneath my left feet feels dusty, and the operating buzz of my laptop grates my ears too. This potent combination causes my limbs to shuffle distressingly about. Worry lines etch horizontally across my blemished forehead and my impeccably-trimmed brows furrow as my bleary eyes squinch irritably at the still-wordless document. "Think! Damn it!" my heated mind once again pressures itself to come up with some clever exposition but all creative impulses allude it.

Like all "great" writers, I open a new browser and proceed to "thesaurus.com", which is undoubtedly the panacea to writer's block, in a desperate endeavour for some stimulation. I know that only when I find special vocabulary can my creative juices start flowing.

Thesaurus baby, here we go!

I feel hopeful.

I entered some blah word and then click on the search button, my mind reeling in anticipation of the results. A plethora of synonyms appears within the next few seconds and my frantic eyes then hungrily scan the web page on the lookout for the right words.

A few more searches later, I have in my arsenal a mini bank of helpful vocabulary. Feeling adequate, I then decide to start on my first paragraph.

tap. The first meaningful alphabet taints the page and my document, at long last, loses its virginity.

tap... tap... tap...; my fingers start to engage in a tentative speechcraft. After a painful alternating series of typing and backspaces, my first sentence is formed, finally. I look at it; my mind expecting to orgasm at my beautifully-constructed first liner, but the climax did not come. Instead, my brain's response is lukewarm.

I sigh inwardly. My opening sentence is mediocre.

LOVE

Gem

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