Blink. Blink.
That damn thing is mocking me again.
Blink. Blink.
A blank piece of paper just stays blank. If you don’t write on it, there’s no evidence of how long you spent trying to will words into existence. The computer screen is different. Counters increment. Battery meters indicate charge level. The clock in the corner creeps forward with perfect atomic time.
The cursor. It blinks.
Blink. Blink.
I can put 140 odd characters to work expressing random ideas. Posts get shared on walls. Ones get plussed in the land of Google. This blog is a testament to the random things that crawl out of my brain in the name of writing.
But when I have something important to write …
Blink. Blink.
When I’ve let a dear friend down …
Blink. Blink.
Made someone feel like I didn’t have their back …
Blink. Blink.
Yeah.
Beating this cursor is going to take some work.
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