The Main Character

“Magic fingers do your thing, type what’s happening.”

For the first time in my life, nothing happens. My fingers are paralysed above my keyboard. This has never happened to me before and now it’s stressing me out. I have a deadline to hit for my assignment, bloody hell, it’s due tonight! Usually, I say that phrase and my hands are working non-stop and typing about what is happening – on the topic or any event occurring in the world. Nothing.

There is nothing going on and the walls of my mind are blank. I have nothing to draw from. The ideas are standstill and I don’t know how to handle this. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Maybe I said it wrong, “magic fingers do your thing, type what’s happening.” I close my eyes and hope that my hands are busy typing and this is some sick dream. No tapping follows. “No, no, no, no, no, NO!”

I have nothing to say anymore, no words to come to me. I’ll surely fail this class and then I get exposed as the fraud I am. I can’t live with that. The tears are well and truly rolling down my cheek now, for the first time in my life I am lost. I am losing my touch and my impeccable writing abilities. This course was to help me study journalism and I have nothing to report. How?

It hurts and I’ve failed myself. No more writing and nothing more to say. I want to drop out and go be a silent monk in the middle of nowhere. I don’t deserve the right to speak when I have nothing to say.