Chapter 3
Maylene drummed her fingers irritably on the table. She sat alone in the room where all of the tableware was stored. She frowned as she twirled her pen between her fingers as she stared at the opened notebook in front of her.
Six days…. SIX DAYS! During those days, she hasn't written anything new at all because of one thing…
Writer's block.
She hated it. Every time when she tried to think of ideas, those ideas would never pop into her head, just stupid and lame, or doesn't quite make any sense.
She had heard that all writers have this at some points in their lives, which they think of it as a disease. Artists have their own which is the same thing except they don't know what to paint or draw called "Artist's block", but that's a bit off topic.
Maylene hunched over her book with her face hiding in her arms. She heaved a sigh. She had finished polishing the forks, dishes, knives, and spoons a couple hours ago after breaking a few dishes. She needed some inspiration and she had five minutes until break was over.
Her ears perked up as she heard a sweet chirping sound. She turned her head towards the window to share a glance with a blue bird that sat on the window pane. She smiled contently as she listened to the bird's sweet song.
Her eyelids soon became heavier…and heavier as the song filled her ears bringing her into a deep sleep.
"Maylene, wake up."
"Mmmm?" She moaned as her shoulder was shaken lightly.
"Time to get back to work," Bard said gruffly before turning his heel and heading towards the kitchen.
The maid heaved a sigh. She hoped new ideas would come into her mind soon or else she would go insane.
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Chii-kun: yup… Writer's block and Artist's block are a PAIN!
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