Sasha has been looking for inspiration to write as lately, her imagination has gone poof. Not long ago, she was a talented suspense writer, the plot would flow seamlessly from her brain to the page. That was until she reached the climax of her latest piece.

Live or die? She wondered about her character’s fate as she set up a table in her backyard. Live or die? She wondered again as sat down with a pear and a paring knife.

Next to the pears was her notebook where she would draw out the plot in words and phrases. She picked up her pencil and twirled it in her hand for a moment before flipping the notebook back to the first page. “Why can’t I figure this out?” She asked herself after reaching the same spot she left off. “Why?”

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