The light had faded long ago as I sat hunched over my desk, the pen in my hand racing over each page as I jotted down my thoughts as quickly as I could, questing to make my handwriting legible in my fury to get the ideas out of my head and onto the lines spread before me.
"Almost. Almost." I murmured to myself, though I had been saying those words for the past three hours I knew I was nearly done....Nearly. Almost so close. Though my pen continues to move quick as lightning in it's never ending quest. 

-Inspiration from spending the day catching up on journaling