“I sat there with my hands tangled up in my hair, pencil shavings strewn across my desk. I just couldn’t think up a good story to write. Crumpled papers laid on the ground, and the trashcan was brimming with trash.” Haha, I dunno.
“I sat there with my hands tangled up in my hair, pencil shavings strewn across my desk. I just couldn’t think up a good story to write. Crumpled papers laid on the ground, and the trashcan was brimming with trash.”
Haha, I dunno.
“It was a dark and stormy night.”