She jotted down her ideas: sunshine, chocolate, orangutan, ocean, party. They were all vivid, but they had nothing in common.
“What will I do?” Sharon moaned.
Then she had a thought: Just write. Her fingers tapped the keyboard – first tentatively, then more confidently. The story materialized. She reviewed the work she'd just done, with a smile.
“Not my best, but decent, considering.” She cracked her knuckles. “Writing isn't so bad after all.”