I sit at my desk, trying to put ink on paper.

The ideas don't want to come.

I wonder if I'll ever get an idea.

Surely, there be something I can write.

Although yet again, nothing comes to mind.

My mind starts to force an idea but, it's pointless.

The ideas aren't coming, as if they are nonexistent.

My mind starts to get tired and it's getting late.

Perhaps, I will try anew tomorrow.