As I burst through the door, I plop onto the sofa and snuggle down into the soft cushioned fabric. I open my laptop and excitedly open Ficly. I click on the “Let’s Write” button and stare at the blank box I’m supposed to write in. The smile that was on my face slowly fades as I realize I can’t think of anything to write about. Suddenly, I’m angry. Why can’t I be like the other fantastic Ficly writers? With their flawless grammar and courageous ideas? My fingers tap nervously on the keyboard. Random letters appearing on the page. Backspace, backspace, backspace! Ugh! Why can’t I think of anything? As if controlled by some powerful force, my fingers begin typing at the speed of light. When it seems my hands are satisfied I reread my writing. Yes! I did it! I type in my title and write in the tags, buzzing with the excitement of success.