Writing Is Hard

“What are you doing up?” Jack rubbed his eyes.

“Just trying the get some writing done,” Brian did not look up from his laptop.

“Oh? I didn’t know you wrote stuff.”

“I didn’t,” Brian said, “Not until now, anyway.”

Jack sat down and rubbed his eyes again, “Sorry, I’m still a little groggy. You just started writing?”

“I met someone,” Brian finally looked up from his computer, “Oh, you should see her, Jack. She’s so beautiful and smart and funny and—she’s just amazing.”

“Please don’t tell me—”

“I’m writing a poem for her!”

Jack groaned.

“I’m stuck at: ‘Roses are.’”