Jareth was devestated he had been sitting here for nearly 3 hours and couldn't move his hand an inch. Not one single word came to mind. He closed his eyes and remembered the dream from last night;
He could almost feel the wind in his hair.
Giving up he closed his laptop. He had felt so inspired last night; and now the inspiration was gone. He had tried many approaches to his story but still his fingers would not move. Jareth decided to take a lunch break and try again in an hour.
As he came back into the room the page sticking out of the old typewriter caught his attenion. Jareth sat at the ancient device and looked at his begininning paragraph again. Jareth cracked his knuckles and placed his hands over the smooth brass keys with gold letters inlaid into them.
The keys were smooth and cool to the touch. Jareth closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he opened his eyes and his fingers were already moving.