Simon wakes up with his cheek on the keyboard and a sour taste in his mouth. When he lifts his head he sees that the open word document is blank. He’d spent almost an hour the night before just staring at the screen, occasionally writing a sentence or two before scowling and hitting backspace. The ideas just aren’t flowing lately, and it leaves him feeling queasy and on edge, like he should be accomplishing something and just…can’t. He closes his laptop with a frustrated sigh.
moodboard inspired by chapter five of my fic begin again