Caretaker The sound of typing was all I heard for the past five hours. How much of my writing had I gotten done? None! Stupid writer's block was keeping me from finishing or even staring on my magazine article. I needed to be somewhere quiet. Somewhere relaxing. Somewhere I could write. At that moment an idea occurred to me and I knew exactly where I could go. I was going to my mountain vacation home about two hours away. It was a bit out of the way, and the Internet wouldn't be great, but it had plenty of hiking trails and beautiful scenery. Perfect for some good ol' inspiration. Finally, after a long boring drive of seeing what seemed like the same trees over and over again, I was there. My deadline was approaching quickly, so there was no time for leisure. I had to get started RIGHT AWAY.