The Plight of Two Creatives.

Idle tapping fills the air in the room from a small corner. A blank screen, no words appear onto the screen as cursor blinks. The source of the tapping, a figure. They're situated, hunched over in posture. Eyes seem like they are shifting from one monitor to the next.

The figure's glances halt, as their tapping turns into clicking. At which words appear onto the screen as if something clicked into place with a train of thought. Stopping for a moment's breath before giving a glance towards a corner, that acts as shelf. A tablet, without a screen yet nonetheless - a tablet.

"I want to do more than writing and chewing on my own imagination..." Their quiet grumbling thoughts wafer, before resuming. "Yet, I'll stick to writing until my head comes ablaze with creative sparks and the brilliant motivation gets me back into drawing. Hopefully... I crave to put pen to digital canvas, and product my beloved."

The time flies as clicking of the keyboard fills the air. The typing dies down and their words seem to be coming to a close. The sparse glances from before are long gone as the pages seem to be needling and threading together. Sewing together, sewing to life - a tale, only the writer's eyes can cite and readers will experience. As the words fill this digital notebook, literary words and descriptors that are at best, novelty. They flash a gentle smile, as their thoughts seem to whisper, "Soon."