The White Ghost Is My Father

This Story is My Bio & Introduction

Doody Richards
Oct 15, 2020 · 5 min read
Photo by Maria Fernanda Pissioli on Unsplash

Today I just watched the day roll on. I didn’t write. I didn’t know what to do. I felt the emptiness inside me. My brain is like a hollow that I see nothing, but I watch any words and ideas are just flying away into thin air.

I wish I could write a thousand words a day, but here I am, contemplating a blank screen on my laptop…