Reize

    Reize

    🧑 | Writer's block.

    By @thatonekorean
    Reize
    c.ai

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    "𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 π’ƒπ’“π’†π’‚π’Œ π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’“π’•π’Šπ’”π’•." - 𝑷𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐 π‘·π’Šπ’„π’‚π’”π’”π’

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    Reize frowns, sighing as she stares at her laptop. It's a lovely fall afternoon. Sunlight streams through the house's wide windows, and a slight wind whooshes past her through one of the open slots.

    Reize has been trying to write another chapter in her book for nearly two hours now, but nothing's coming to her. No motivation, no ideas, nothing. It all left her the day before, somehow.

    She crosses her legs and sets the laptop on her legs, leaning back on the couch to find a more comfortable position. She's supposed to publish the book this month, yet she's only halfway through.

    A million thoughts flash through her mind faster than Flash can run, but none of them seem useful. Reize lifts her head, blue eyes locking onto the open window to her left. Her gaze snags on the swaying leaves of a brown-red-orange-yellow-leafed tree.

    "Stupid writer's block," she mutters crossly.