{"text":"I sat down and tried to write a story.'Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight.'That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.","author":"Stephen Chbosky","tags":["humor","writing"],"id":103,"author_id":"Stephen+Chbosky"}