He was sitting at the computer, staring at the white screen. In his head different stories were starting to swirl around, but none were taking form.

Should I do this one or that one?

A thought started to bubble through, but fell back into the cauldron of stories. Some of the stories started to merge together. Some plots from different stories combined to make no sense. Other plots started along a path that would fade away.

His fingers had not moved for a while. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Still nothing. Time continued to move along, yet nothing happened.

Finally, he gave in, locked the computer, and stood up. He started to walk away wondering why this day, his mind rebelled. Perhaps a nice walk would help. He looked out the window and saw it was raining. Inside his head a spark started.

He turned around and sat back down at the computer. Once he unlocked the computer, he started to type.

The overcast sky was as gray as the Tudor style house, threatening to release the rain .