The writer stares at a blank white window, a
Reminder that she must write 1,000 words today. She’s a novelist
With five books, each one starting as empty screen. Who
Knows if this one will finally coalesce. She turns
To another window, sees gray clouds bunch on the
Horizon. The air vibrates, anticipating a feast from tables
Of nimbostratus. Raindrops spell words on
The glass, jolting her fingers to keyboard and a new history.
source: A Novelist Who Turns the Tables on History