He was sitting on his desk struggling to find meaningful words for his story. The pressure of the critiques was creating heavy pressure on his creativity. He fumbled and blocked. Distractions were readily available and only one click away from him.
He didn’t want to give in. He slapped his text editor in full screen and started vomiting words. All of it didn’t make whole lot of sense to someone who didn’t know him.
But he felt that even junk was better than nothing. Until the golden sentence struck him. Perhaps he wasted an hour shoveling the shit against the wall. But that single sentence was worth the effort.