The woman stared at her computer.
The exhausted mother stared wearily at her computer screen.
The exhausted mother stared with dagger-like intensity at the glowing screen of her computer.
She tried to think of something to write about.
She struggled to find anything interesting to write.
She wrestled futilely with her muse, but inspiration hovered just beyond her grasp.
This, she thought, was the hardest part of writing.
Keeping things simple, she thought, was the part of writing she struggled with the most.
Propping her head on her hands, she stared at what she’d typed and realized – not for the first time – that finding the balance between adding enough detail to bring a piece to life but not so much as to suffocate it was really, freaking hard.