Art Imitates Life

I sat at my computer pounding my face into the keyboard.

“It just won’t come! The words, they will not come!” I muttered to myself in between face-to-keyboard poundings.

For the past several days, each 101 word short story I wrote came very easily and was done within thirty minutes. But I had been sitting here for over 2 hours, and I still did not have anything.

“Where do the words come from?” I asked to no one.

Then it hit me. My particular situation had all the drama and intrigue of a 101 word short story. I finished another story.