Joseph looked at his blank computer screen, that blank computer screen would stay blank. Joseph began to regret  coming to triond. It seemed like a decent way to make money. All he had to do was write plenty of articles and he would get a decent paycheck. Plenty of articles require plenty of topics and Joseph did not have a single idea of what to write about. He figured the ideas would just stream into his mind, yet the stream was not there. Joseph did not know, he did not have any idea. He just looked at the computer screen as if he was going to put something there.

“Perhaps I can write a poem” thought Joseph

” Out near a tree,

I wish to be free…”

Then joseph looked at the screen and then he wondered

“what am I doing?, I suck at poetry”

those 2 lines were promptly erased.

He wished someone would just come out and tell him, what to write about. Atleast that way he could take it from there. He would have a square 1, to advance on a square 2. Joseph did not have a square 1, the square 1 did not come to him on a stream. The square 1 did not fall on him from the sky. The square 1, was not there. Joseph was incapable of creating a square 1, and then he looked at his small earnings from triond and thought.

“What am I doing here?”

He kept the login information in his little notebook, hoping one day he could come back and then type to his hearts content with the square 1’s falling from the sky. maybe…… maybe