Chapter 57 Creative Block
- Agnes
- I stared down at the sketchbook in my lap, tapping the end of my pencil against the blank page until even the sounds of the soft thuds were starting to irritate me. No matter how long I sat there, no matter how hard I tried to force inspiration to come, nothing was coming to me.
- No designs, no patterns, not even a stray doodle to fill the blank page staring up at me.