Jun 18, 2010 20:45
[ The screen flips on, still adjusting, and the audio bursts through before the picture itself does. ]
---not what I was going for, dammit!
[ Then, the camera finally focuses enough to show a frustrated and rather weary-looking Fakir, sitting at his writing desk. His hand darts forward to grab a half-inked sheet of parchment, scrunching it up into a ball and tossing it aside to join a number of other similarly trashed pieces of parchment. ]
...I have to write this. Somehow. Why won't the words come?
[ Finally noticing that his communicator is on, he scowls at it before slamming his fist into the buttons, the screen immediately static-ing out and going to black. ]
[ ooc: Someone is having much trouble with the essay. :D; ]
my own worst critic,
must write coherent words,
essay,
writing fail,
writer's block,
damn you city