Kenouni-Renashin

Hi, I'm a Writer The computer was staring at me. Its eye was green, and it was blinking at measured intervals. The stained white plastic was buzzing, and every microprocessor in its virtual being was asking me one question: Where are the words? I tried to explain to my old Umax SuperMac 8.0 that sometimes we meatbeings have problems with inspiration, and that some us are cursed with the hideous affliction known as writer's block… Bullshit, it said. Just move your fingers over my stolen keyboard and start typing, it commanded me. It's not that simple. I sighed, and knew that my computer simply didn't understand. I turned it off. I colla