I'm writing this at 5:47 AM on a Monday. I have been up all night going between writing this damn paper, doing work for another class, and occasionally playing a level on ToonBlast. Should I stop letting myself get distracted and just write the dumb paper? Duh. But why can't I? Well, I suppose I can; but why won't I? The thing is, it is so boring. I have felt myself losing the motivation to write and that scares me. I love writing. I love bringing words to life for others. I love everything about the craft. It truly is its own magic.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The local townsfolk had always been weary of this cabin as it loomed atop a hill, overlooking their streets. Those who knew its history knew better than to investigate what was meant to be hidden. On this particular night, though, as a soft glow brought a glimpse of life to the aged wooden siding, one man in particular thought it best to blow caution to the wind. He had always been inquisitive of what was living behind that old oak door. Deep down he knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t human.