Charlie had been struggling lately with finishing up the first draft of his book and he found himself sitting in the library, staring blankly at the laptop in front of him. He sighed as he leaned back into the chair, running his hands through his hair. “Come on Jones. Figure it out.” He whispered to himself as he pushed himself back up in the chair, trying to figure out how he wanted to end the book. He was so close to being done with this draft. The beginning and endings were always the hardest for him but being that this was his first non-fiction book about his own life and the trauma he had endured, it had made it harder for him. He wanted to end the book right, to maybe reach out and touch one person, change one life and he thought if the words weren’t perfect, then it wouldn’t do it. He spent another few minutes staring at the screen before saving his progress and closing the laptop. “Damnit…”
@f-riley
Forrest did the majority of his writing at home, as it could be hard to get around unassisted at times, so he didn’t spend much time at the library. Today, however, he had been tagging along with his daughter as she ran errands, just to get out of the house a little, but she had more to do and he was getting tired, so she dropped him off and he found a vacant sea where he could people watch until she came to pick him up. After such a long day, he found himself starting to doze off until he heard the man next to him, and he couldn’t help but recognize what was happening. “Is it a beginning or an ending that’s got you stumped? I’ve had trouble with both over the years.”
