Gemotions

The physical barrier, stark against the landscape, lit a fire in Michael. He knew he could improve things, too. He immediately thought of his novel. He had been procrastinating for weeks. Now, it was time.

He sat down at his computer and began to type. The words flowed effortlessly, the ideas merging. He was no longer battling writer's block. He was simply writing.

Hours later, the sun had set, and he had filled up many pages. He leaned back in his chair, feeling…fulfilled. The fence had given him a deadline, a reason to get started. He smiled.