The box is blank.
The cursor blinks.
I sit.
I type.
I delete.
The kitten climbs into my lap and pounces on the keyboard.
I start.
I stop.
I start over.
I stop again.
KayTar needs more Pediasure, BubTar needs a snack.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
I walk away.
Laundry.
Groceries.
Board games.
Phone calls to his school, her school, my school.
More calls to the insurance company and mechanic.
Emails to the pediatrician.
I sit again.
The cursor mocks me.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
And the box is still blank.
12 comments:
i just wrote about this. i used many more words than you did. and conveyed less!
yup - understood and it's contagious because I've got it too.
This would be the perfect time to send you a card from the "blank inside" section.
I'd write "Sorry you're feeling so blank inside."
(It's from a comedian, Brian Regan)
I get it.
But you filled it!
oye! I hate that . . .
YES!!! I have this!!!
Blank is okay. Embrace it.
Now you wanna slap me up a bit for saying that. I was trying ot be all zen and its just irritating really.
tell you what. Tell us about.....your most embarassing moment.
not blank any more!
If it makes you feel *any* more inspired..I left you a bloggy award at my spot:
http://treesflowersbirds.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/kickin-it/
It happens. You take a break. It comes back.
Ha. My blogging story for the last several months. Nothing to say, but I still don't want to stop.
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