Gemotions

He tapped the end of his pen against his teeth, staring at the empty page. Words, once a torrent, now felt like a dry well. Writing, weaving stories, creating characters – it had been his world. Today, the words eluded him, the stories felt flat. An internal pressure mounted. He pushed back from his desk, needing to move. He heard his daughter, Olivia, reading aloud in the living room. She was engrossed in a fantasy novel, her voice filled with drama and inflection. He walked over to her. Maybe he would listen.