Blink
Blink
Blink
Mocking me. Staring at me with it’s thumbs against its temples
Fingers splayed like antlers on a moose,
Tongue stuck out, nose wrinkled.
Teasing. Taunting. Telling me there’s nothing to write,
Nothing in my head.
Yet my fingers tickle the keys, pointers on the homerow.
Waiting.
Waiting for something to materialize through the brain fog
Like smog that sits stifling cities
The voices are talking
But it sounds like they’re under water
I’m here trying to hear
To clear the muffled sound
So I can write something you will want to read
But all the cursor does is sit on a field of white
Mocking.
Teasing.
Taunting.
Blink
Blink
Blink
This is what happens when I sit and stare at white screen for too long. I’ll try again tomorrow.
All In A Dad's Work 
Excellent quote!
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Thanks… it fit perfectly.
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And see how much you ended up writing!!!
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I love the irony of writing about having nothing to write about.
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There’s a typo on line 12: The voice (singular in your text) should be plural — voices.
About writer’s block, have you tried gargling with a dictionary, thesaurus, grammar, or stylebook? Or maybe you can take two tablets, and write on them.
Oh, and where has the moon gone?
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I fixed that typo. Thanks. I prefer to chisel the writers block. The moon goes to bed during the day.
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I made typo. “i” should be “I.” (See reply on your page.)
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#TyposHappen
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I used to handle writing projects as follows: slow, slow, slow, slow (how’s it coming; Mike? i need to get immersed, boss) fast, fast, fast, finished on time. No blocks, just speed bumps.
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There’s no motivator like the last minute.
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I could have written the same thing….but didn’t. My muse seems to be taking a vacation.
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They always vacation at the most inopportune times.
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