I searched and searched, but found nothing but blank, empty, dull walls that meant nothing to me. I sat in my apartment and looked around the room in vain for some source of inspiration. This resulted in nothing but frustration and anger at my inability to write. My eyes traveled time and time again back to the huge, blank TV screen, which is useless, considering I don’t have cable. Finally, it hit me. This was the perfect way to describe my difficulty in writing.

Now that I had found my outlet, I needed to find the missing cord: what connects this television metaphor to my writing. I began to map the way a television works onto the way my writing process works. Once I connected these two very different topics, I had turned on my idea. The idea came to life immediately.

I began thinking about how we often take things, or people, for granted until we lose them. For instance, I got dirty

Some topics in this essay:
, Writing Center, inability write, staring blank,