More Grammar B Practice!
I take my pen in hand, poising above a crisp white sheet, and wait...waiting for the muse that will guide my fingers, my thoughts into a labyrinth of words that will astound, amaze and delight readers for years to come.
Who are you trying to kid! You can't force genius...you can't force what? You have limited skill and any great sentence that comes is just sheer luck. There is not much to do here, but start writing. Keep writing. Keep trudging. Keep on keepin' on. You will make it – it won't be Shakespeare – but it will be a piece of paper with writing on it.
Thoughts surround me, seeming to float just out of reach, laughing airily as they rush by. I breathe slowly. In, out. In, out. Relax. In, out. I begin to feel the fluttering thoughts hover closer to me. They are curious. Will I ignore them? Will they have to leave and inspire another writer? They sneak closer and closer as I respirate, pondering the effects if they disturb my reverie with their brilliance. Then, silently, a stunning thought touches down on my shoulder, pleasantly whispering sheer inspiration into my waiting brain.
You are crazylocoinsaneridiculous! There is not a person on this planet who will be willing to listen to your drivel. Honestly, a sentence about writing a sentence. It doesn't even make sense. You had better stop...
Almost total silence reigns - You're right ALMOST, you better stop before... - as I quickly scribble the words that will convey the inspired thought I have just had the privilege of entertaining. Words come with ease. I write. I create. I fly. There is a masterpiece in the making. I will rise and conquer the world of Grammar with my brilliance. Voilà. It is done. I am master of words, Master of Grammar. I have created perfection.