Hi, I’m Oliver. Just a small mouse with a quiet life beneath a writer’s desk. I don’t nibble wires or scurry much. Mostly, I listen.

She used to type all day. Words poured out like rivers. But then the silence came, weeks of blinking cursors, unfinished sentences, and sighs heavy enough to shake the floor. So I stayed close. And slowly, the silence softened.

Here are 3 small, but true lessons from beneath the desk:

1. Creativity Needs Company, Not Pressure

She thought she had to push the words out. Deadlines. Expectations. Noise. But healing doesn’t come through force. It comes through presence. Just knowing someone or something is near can make the blank page feel less alone.

3. Silence Isn’t the End. It’s the Space Between Chapters

When she stopped fearing the silence, the words came back. Softer, slower. But truer. Sometimes the voice you lose isn’t gone, it’s just waiting for you to listen differently.

Final Thought from Oliver

Not all muses shout. Some scratch softly under the floorboards or curl up in the corner and wait.

So if your words have wandered, be still. Sit quietly. You never know who’s listening or what might return in the silence.