Intimidation

Well, I’ve finally hacked up the hairball.

After three days of the worst writer’s block I’ve ever had, I have spit up a paragraph.

One paragraph.

Yep, a three-sentenced clump of first-person fiction now sits in my journal staring at me.

Eyeing me.

Trying to intimidate me.

The hairball taunts, “Just try hacking up more”—

I smirk.

I will, you wordy-wad. Just watch me retch.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe