I try to write, but the words don't come fast. I want to think, to get my words down on paper. I know I have that story in there, but I just can't find it. The inspiration doesn't come. It sits in the back of my mind, brooding there, waiting for me to find it. I slip my hand onto the cold mouse of the computer, and dream dreams of writers who have found their story and gotten it down on paper. I feel stuck, unmoved. My mind runs back to when I did have inspiration, and I wonder how I was ever able to do it. All thoughts seem gone, all work seems useless. I don't have anything to do. I have a story to finish, but I don't have a word to fill that story. My mind is blank, like a sheet of freshly-pressed paper or a blank wall. My thoughts seem to be mirages, always just out of reach, but always just before me. Oh, how I wish I could capture them! How I wish I could hold my thoughts tight, and keep them. Get them out on paper for all to see. I search the heavens for an answer, for any answer. I know there is one. I just must be patient and let it slowly dawn upon me. I must be patient.
Oh, LORD, help me!
Will you please pray for me?
