Sometimes I look at the blank screen of the computer, whether it's a blog post entry or a new document on MS Word, and it find it an incredible experience. A blank space just waiting for me to put down thoughts, create an article, write a poem.
Other times that cursor blinks and blinks and blinks and . . .
Recently the latter has been the bane of my existence. I sit down to write and the cursor blinks and blinks and . . .
Sometimes I rise and head for the laundry basket or the dishwasher or the vacuum, leaving the thing to sit in here and blink at me while I think. Occasionally I can rush back to my desk, a thought on the tip of my fingers, and turn that blinking cursor into a sentence or two.
But more often of late, I simply turn the computer off - and then head for the laundry basket or the dishwasher or the vacuum. My house has never been so clean.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
I guess my house could benefit from some writer's block!!!
ReplyDeleteAnita, sometimes it is the blank spaces of our lives that are later seen to be filled with richness that was, at the time, too blinding to be understood. Blank spaces deserve their portion, too, and a clean house is not altogether a bad idea! Go easy on yourself...with affection...me
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