Sometimes, the right words just won't come. When I think back to my younger days, writing on a manual typewriter, the tapping of each keystroke created a symphony of words spilling onto the paper. Then, silence would fall as I searched for precisely the right words. Piles of crumpled paper would litter the room, their distance from me reflecting my level of frustration.
As time went on and computers replaced typewriters, my struggles remained the same; it was just easier to hit "delete" than to crumple up sheets of paper. Yet, I do miss tossing those crumpled balls and seeing how far they could go, hoping for a three-pointer in the trash can.
Now, I find myself staring at a screen instead of a wall when my mind goes blank. But I smile when inspiration strikes, and the words flow with each silent stroke of the keys. One of these days, I'm going to dust off my old typewriter and try writing the old-school way again. I bet I'll find myself wondering what it would have been like to use an ink pen and parchment paper to search for exactly the right words.
— Mike, 2025
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