Dreaming Fiction

It's Late

Sometimes I find it hard to write.
Nothing comes to mind as I'm staring at the screen late at night.
I stare until my eyes burn and eventually my hands, instead of working on the keys, work on my face and rub away the tension and irritation. 
Sometimes ideas do not come. 
After what seems like hours, I close the laptop and claim to be done. 
It's frustrating, staring at a blank screen and willing words to appear but nothing comes. 
Nothing. 
Just frustration and rotten words. 
Poor phrasing. 
In times like these my emotions can only truly be summed up as
harrumph.