Gemotions

The pounding became a physical sensation, a pressure in Liam's temples. He was supposed to be working on his novel, but the words wouldn't come. The blank screen of his laptop seemed to mirror the emptiness he felt. He’d tried to write, but the sentences were lifeless, the plot stagnant.

He’d taken to staring out the window, watching the construction crew. He envied their simple, physical tasks, the tangible results of their labor. He, on the other hand, felt stuck in a quicksand of his own making, unable to make any meaningful progress.

He closed his eyes, pressing his palms against his temples. He longed for the feeling of accomplishment, of having something to show for his efforts. But even that desire felt distant, muted, lost in the fog.