Narrator: It's now month 3, and Voidkin still suffers from writer’s block.
Me: Shush, you’re not helping me think!
Narrator: She sits and stares at the blank pages, trying to stay active *just* enough on Prose so she’s not forgotten.
Me: Shut upppp
Narrator: Hoping to look back at her other posts for some ideas that have long been used.
Me: You just announce the obvious, stupid narrator...
Narrator: And there she is, getting distracted once again, yelling at the voice in her head. Her mouth at a loss for words and with a mind that is running out of storage.
Me: I WILL THROW A BRICK AT YOUR HEAD!!!!
*Bangs head on keyboard*
I’m sorry, I’m out of ideas.