After a seemingly endless time of straining, two words painstakingly surfaced. They were hardly discernible floating in the darkness emanating from the void. Still, the two words did wonder, having poached the tension of the surface. They started to trickle.
At long last, the void disappeared, swallowed by the bright light flashing from the fusion of six words into an entity.
"I wrote. The void is filled."
There, my desire for creativity was fulfilled. Satisfaction.
Until the next surge ...