Look at you, sitting there. Blinking. You’re daring me to defile your crisp, white page, aren’t you?
Look at your one straight line, mocking me. You look back at me in defiance. I hear you! Your taunts.
You don’t think I’ve got it in me, do you?
Some days, your constant, unwavering blinking is enough to drive me mad.
On these days, you bar the door, unyielding, to the bliss that waits for me beyond.
Then there are those enchanted days that I fall, head first, right past you. I enter through the door that you hold the key to so tightly. I pass the blinding white of your page, where the release of the written word is all…
Time stands still for me in these moments. I am transported to the corners of my imagination. Or I wander through the fields of my past; where nothing and no one exists unless I want them to.
This power is what I thirst for, beg for, need.
You bar my way.
Such a relief to know I’m not the only writer who is taunted by that little bugger. lol
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🙂
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He does seem like an Intimidating little blinking thingy on some days, doesn’t he.
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Yes he does! Thanks for looking in on me!
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Love this post, Penny. On an unrelated subject, I wondered if you might be interested in participating in a project related to your “Who Were You Dad?” post. Very little work for you and hopefully a good chance to broaden your audience. Email me at lorilschafer(at)outlook(dot)com if you’re interested and I’ll give you the scoop. Thanks! 🙂
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Thank you Lori! Will send you an email right away!
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oh how I know that cursor
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Thanks for looking in on me Paul!
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