Valeria Blanco, Grade 9
The stories inside, ongoing
Lots of clicking
But no typing
No words gently flowing
No ideas pouring
There is no writing
Just a person stressing
Its writer’s block, a normal thing
Savitri Sasse, Grade 11
Ava Buckingham, Grade 11
Lauren Prince, Grade 9
Wracking my brain,
Themes, themes, themes.
There are so many options to write about
Yet nothing seems interesting.
5, 20, 30 minutes pass,
Suddenly it has been an hour
My mind still frantically flips through the
book of my empty ideas
Time ticks away like molasses in an hourglass.
As my fingers wander the keyboard,
I realize everything I have written is meaningless
And I delete the phrases on the page,
Leaving it as white as a polar bear in a snowstorm.
The bright screen burns my eyes,
Endless cycle of typing, deleting
Exhausted, I begin to give up,
But suddenly an idea flutters into my mind,
Through my body and into my fingers.
As if they had been electrocuted with the new thought,
My fingers swiftly tap, tap, tap on the keys.
Content with my draft,
Excitedly I edit.