Ceri rolled down the car window and let the wind rush through her hair. She felt free and wild. She had been looking forward to this road trip since forever. She closed her laptop on her lap and set it in the back seat, smiling at her brother.
"I'll give the writing a rest for now," she laughed.
She brought out her black notebook, currently blank. She opened up the cover.
She'd picked it up at a local bookstore in their hometown. If they reached a pretty spot that inspired her, she would ask her brother to pull over and let her scribble down some quick notes and maybe write a little. It was probably going to bore him, though, so she didn't want to do it too much.
Writer's block seemed to have wormed its way into her and it depressed her. Until now, she hadn't believed it in it and didn't understand why all her writer friends complained about it. Writing had always come easy to her, but she had been having a strange feeling lately- one that she couldn't shake off. This trip, it was already starting to improve her mood.
She looked over at her brother and smiled again, "I hope you're not planning on flirting with every girl we meet on this trip," she teased. She was joking, of course, since she planned on doing some flirting of her own if she got the chance. Ceri was not about to let a full year of dieting and exercise go to waste.
She wrote down a quote in her book:
Her writing was a bit depressing, but at least she could think of things to write again. The cool air felt good. It brushed away all the pains of the city and she welcomed it.
"In my own mind I could see the end was near. My end. His end."
"So how has work been?" Ceri asked, half of her attention on her writing and half on her brother.