“I’m hopelessly stuck with nothing more than an idea and a handful of sentences.”
Nick returned his gaze to the page. “Write your own words,” he said quietly.
“What?”
“Do not search for inspiration within another poet or author’s tales orverse.” He captured her fingers and guided them to her breastbone. “Write from here.” From that place where all great agony, love, and despair lived in a synchronistic harmony that left a man forever in tumult.”