I stare at the page, it stares back at me, the blinking cursor laughs at the emptiness of my thoughts.

     “You dastard,”  I grumble.  I shake my fist at the computer screen. 

     Nothing comes, I bang my head on the keyboard.  It doesn’t help it only gives me a headache.

     I go back and reread the last page I wrote.  Still nothing.

     I take the dogs outside.

     The page is still blank.

     I leave the desk and go cook dinner, feed the dogs, and take them out, we eat our dinner.

     Meanwhile, back at the desk, the cursor continues to blink and laugh at me.

     I go to Facebook and see if anything stimulates my writing.  Nothing.  I realize I spend far too much time there and shut it down.  I decide that I need to cut back and will set a timer every time I go in there.

     Still didn’t get the page written.  I did write my blog post, and get all my e-mails done… There’s always tomorrow.

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