Nervously, she pulled and twisted her fingers; her knuckles were already sore from the repeated position over the keyboard.

Fear avoidance.
That's what the doctors called it, and that is exactly how it felt.

Connecting the bluetooth keyboard, she moved her laptop to the side and glared at the fluffy tabby as he jumped off the couch, deciding that he didn't want to sit on her lap after all.
A sick feeling rose in her stomach, was she really going to free-write her first post? Was "fear avoidance" really going to be the first prompt to her WattPad list?
The hole in her wisdom tooth tingled as if it knew the thoughts racing through her head. It had been years since she had used the internet for anything other than looking for images and reading news and information. She hadn't written in years, not like she used to.

She felt like and internet hermit, she didn't know how to use any of the new websites, or where to host images anymore. It had been close to four years since she had called the internet a place to play, and now, so much had changed.
Yet here she was, on another new place, signing up to all these new websites just to try and get some writing shared online, to try and get some motivation and inspiration.
At least she hadn't lost any of her typing speed.

A deep breath and a look to the MacBook beside her, the keyboard completely disconnected from the screen. She felt lost, as if writing was a completely new world even though she had been creatively writing since she was 11; almost 20 years...
How had she allowed herself to become so far away from her first creative love?
Pain, that's how, but now it was time to reconnect, time to relearn and rise from the depths of which she was hiding in.

Now it is time to get published.