Notes, laptop & tea "The things I couldn't write" For almost eight months, I couldn't write anything...Anything means nothing---- absolutely nothing. The journey from the pen to the paper, from my hands to the keyboard, seemed endless, as if the road was lost, or maybe I lost it. I had no idea how or where to go -- stuck in the middle of nowhere. My hands ached, my head throbbed as though an invisible hand were tightening its grip around my skull, my feet felt heavy and tired