Prolouge

I thrust everything on the floor and started crying. I can't write a damn thing. What's wrong with me? I thought. Why can't I write anything?

I kept crying for an hour before I picked up the typewriter and tried to get something out. Put something onto the paper. A sentence. A word. Anything. Nothing was coming to me. I couldn't write a single word.

I was so frustrated with myself! I slammed my fists on the desk and stalked out of the office, angrily shutting the door behind me. I walked straight to my room and threw myself on my bed. I was so pissed I started to cry. Sometimes I had a little trouble writing but it never lasted this long. This is ridiculous.