Alixx Bartosh

Inner Monologues & Lemon Juice

Shaking off a glazed daze, I focused in on the name on the page. It was the only words I'd written so far and it wasn't even my real name. I chuckled and reminded myself, 'The name's not important. I write under a pseudonym most of the time anyways. It's the words on the page that are truly enchanting. 'The only words on the page's mockingly mimicked the voice in my head. 'The only words on the page.....And my deadline is less than 24 hrs away.' | sunk. Writers block had been an issue lately, and not having anything to show to my editor at our meeting tomorrow was NOT going to go over well. I tried to take a deep breath and focus, but a refrain of 'The only words... The only words' was now thoroughly stuck on loop in my head. 'What on earth am I gonna do?' I could nearly hear my editors disappointed voice, like ghost whispers on the wind, in my ears. I hung my head. Perhaps out of exhaustion or frustration or both.