The cursor blinks on an empty word document, slowly, almost as though it were taunting her. She’s been staring at it for hours now, waiting for inspiration to strike, waiting for the right words to come to mind.
She begins to type, pure nonsense really, if only to have something on the page. If only to have some semblance that she has accomplished something. Then she backspaces over it all, like she has already done several times before. Why is it that the things she wants to say aren’t coming out the way she wants them too? Today of all days.
She has no looming deadline to cause her writers block, only her own personal agenda. Her own particular need to write something of substance. She wants to finish something, get her feelings out before the day is done.
She continues to stare at the blinking cursor. It blinks torturously slow. She can almost hear it taunting her, You...have...nothing... With each blink a new word whispered into her ear. Stop...trying...to...create...something...out...of...nothing...
She rubs her face, combs her fingers through her hair, trying to pull herself together, to get her focus back. The cursor is not talking to her. She will not let the blankness of the page defeat her. She will find what it is she is trying to express, and the words to express it. She may sit here all night, she may backspace over a dozen more beginnings but eventually one of them will grow into something more. The ideas will breakthrough and the words will flow and once again she will find in herself the sense of certainty she’s been searching for.
In the meantime, she sits, staring at a blank screen, waiting for the something more to come to her.
1 comment:
Oh, those blank moments, staring at a digital page.
That's why I set the blinking speed faster, it feels less sluggish.
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