An allusive dream
An insomniac night.
Many ideas inside
Fighting to get out.
The heart is willing,
But the soul is tired.
Character's are dying.
The blank wasteland.
Words no longer flow.
The river is drying up.
Black hole plot ideas.
Clashing with genres.
A rough draft fading.
Openings falling flat.
A spark of creativity
Igniting like a wildfire.
A plot taking shape,
Characters forming.
Solid opening arises.
A novel is being born.
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