Marcus stared at the blank page on the screen. It was so irresponsible of him to wait until the last minute to write his essay on the mating habits of pangolins, but he was sure that he would be inspired at the last moment. Instead, he just sat there in his same beige chair with his laptop waiting for the words to come. He had done all of the research, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing was coming to him. It was at that moment that he realized that he was not meant to be a writer.