Readers are Writers

She smiles
Softley, then it becomes a full grin
She sat in front of a blank computer screen
Writer's block was a funny thing
The dam blocking the river opened
Small cracks sprang up as it overflowed
then it broke
peices shattered
as the river of imagination flowed
new stories were born
some good
while others were tossed
and soon came
Another adventure to be experienced
Yes! her fingers swiftley typed
and more ideas were born.
Writers are readers
And
Readers are writers