If Elliot could take back anything he ever said, it would be the phrase “I’m not leaving until I get this done”.

He had been staring at an empty word document for hours, imagining it as everything but blank. He saw every story, every character, every word, on that page. He had infinite routes before him and yet took none of them. Too scared by the possible flaws of his non-existent stories. His prejudice of his own work keeping his fingers firmly above the keys. His acknowledgement of the stupidity behind his procrastination did not make the situation only better. Elliot somehow was able to overthink, yet not think hard enough at the same time. When an idea entered his head, he only thought about it long enough to find a reason not to do it, then, once he found it, all of his thinking would cease right there. It was a perfect storm, but instead of killing Clooney and Wahlberg, it killed Elliot’s chances of getting out of his study within the next two hours. He kept telling himself “This is supposed to be fun”. As if just saying it would make it true somehow. He know he loved this, just that love was getting kind of hard find the longer he sat there. He thought about all these strangers inside his head, waiting to be granted life on a Google Doc. He didn’t like it very much. Too much responsibility. His plate was full enough with his own life. He thought about that for a second, and then, for the first time in hours, actually wrote something.

If I

No wait, third person. He wrote:

If Elliot could take back anything he ever said, it would be the phrase “I’m not leaving until I get this done”.