The cursor blinks with intent . Seems it has mastered the by the second disappearing act . Looks like it has in its mind a taunt . See if you can catch me .
Thirty six minutes and the blank stare at the screen is still being met by hemorrhaging blank thoughts . There was this grand idea that was fabricated last night at the bus stop . Yet no word on how to start the first paragraph comes up .
The lack of activity sends the screen to its well earned break , a flag like window manifests itself in the middle before breaking into pieces only to re manifest itself in smaller flags . The iteration continues for sometime and soon the whole screen is filled with the flags .
I envy the creativity engine bequeathed to the soul that had this vision . It was not far off from the one I had . Well crafted paragraphs and weighted idioms , catchy phrases and fancy one liners .Classy words to the envy of any computer powered thesaurus . It was the one to get it off the mark . A vehicle to take us there . If only we could get past the stones …
These stones were the cause of the constipation .
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The Sunday deadline passed without the expected fanfare . The window by now was minimized and other things followed . This embrace of technology another stone in the shape of distractions .Pop ups and flashy banners .Not to be blamed for wanting to get that extra inch . Perhaps a return to the basics will do . Agenda items for next week . 1 . Dust the old Underwood Five and or 2. Buy a ream of foolscap’s and ink for the fountain pen from Anita’s kiosk .
