You sit on the edge of a wooden chair at the table in your bedroom. Its back, left leg is detached from the rung and every movement must be slow and deliberate or the chair will break beneath your weight. You rest you forearms on the cluttured table and place your cold fingertips on the keyboard, ready to write.

Just kidding. If only you knew what to write about, what point you wanted to make. If only you could write about something YOU wanted to write about instead of spending an endless number of hours writing about sixteenth century poetry you don't understand and its form. You're tired of writing about long, drawn-out books by historic authors such as Charlotte Bronte and what the color gray symbolizes in the novel-of-the-week.

If you could write what you wanted, you'd write about anything but this. You'd write about animals or shoes. You'd write about things that matter to people today, not a fictional story in history. You'd write about trends, movies, fashion or fitness. You'd write about food, travel and culture. You'd write about psychology, music and what other people are writing about. You'd write about crime and mystery. You'd write about love.

Too bad there's not enough time to write about the things you want to write about. You work. You have too much homework. You have family and friends. A boyfriend. Then it dawns on you as you sit still, staring blankly at the computer screen. You might have time to write what you want if you stopped spending so many hours resting your hands on the keyboard and more time writing about poets and old literature. The chair creakily shifts beneath you and you have one final epiphany. A stable chair with four, securely attached legs will help you focus too....the less time spent subconsciously terrorized over the prospect of potential injuries, the better.