Write a book

"Write a book," his friend told him as they sat across the table from one another, sipping coffee.

"I don't have a book in me," he protested.

"Write a book," his friend said.

He opened his notebook each day, and stared blankly at it before closing it again without having put pen to paper.

Each day he wrote a new chapter.

And everyone whose path he crossed was a new page.