Once again I sit down at my keyboard, preparing to type, and as I look up at the screen, my mind draws a blank. Not like the kind of blank you get when you don't remember why you went upstairs, or where you left your trig book.

This is an utter blankness that doesn't feel like anything. You sit and stare at Mircosoft Word, drumming your finger atop the keys, waiting for the first sentence to spring out from the clean page of white.

But....... nothing comes. You try to type a word, but quickly press backspace, angry. It's not right. No, not that one either

Gathering your bearings you'll type a sentence or two, reread it, and then highlight and erase it all with dusgust.

You can feel what you want to say, right in the back of my throat.

Damn.

It's not going to come.... all those thoughts floating around in your head have dulled and flickered, like those neon signs you see winking on and off in the movies of streets nobody wants to be on at night.

You run your hands through your hair and sigh. Standing up, you reach upward to the ceiling, stretching. You shake your head.

"Get it together, this is the perfect time to write..."

Nothing...

Microsoft Word remains blank and unhelpful and you close out of the program with resignation.

Maybe tommorrow....

Now you ask, what joy can be possibly found in writer's block? Well 1) if you're asking that, you don't seem to understand the concept of sarcasm but 2) is that I just wrote an entire issue of the Weekly Fume with it as a topic.

And in 2nd person no less!

Not to mention with no coarse language ^_^