The Day of a Creator

Amethyst Champagne
2 min readApr 17

Like the rope that holds the ship to anchor, I clutch my pen as I stare down at the blank piece of paper, hoping the ideas will start flowing.

I sit under the big oak tree in my backyard, feeling the gentle breeze tickle my face.

Usually, the ideas pour out of me like water out of a faucet.

But today, it feels like a dam is blocking everything.

Amethyst Champagne

Writer and editor who writes anything from fiction to personal stories. You can also find me on Substack for exclusive content! I'll follow you back.