Just before I sat down to work
this post from thought to word, I had a clear idea of what I wanted to write, what
I wanted to say. You know, the place where it was leading and the message I
wanted to give. Now, however, I sat down,
turned on and looked at the blank expanse of white with the little sticky
cursor blinking away and everything has vanished - whoosh and gone!
The screen is as blank as my
mind, which isn’t very good; well, be honest,
did you come here for a blank page? Nope, you came here for a song, a memory, perhaps a giggle or a
realisation that life isn’t always a bowl of cherries, at least mine isn’t. You might have come to laugh at me, laugh with
me or laugh about me, but one thing you didn’t come here for is a blank
page! However, if I don’t think of
something pretty darn fast, that’s exactly what you will get.
Thinking cap well and truly on!
(5 minutes later) Nope, nothing yet……..
(15 minutes later) Still nothing…………….
(40 minutes later) Still absolutely nothing, but now my bum
is rather numb!
(59 minutes later) Still
completely nothing and now all feeling in my bum has gone, and my legs have
needles and pins!
(75 minutes later) Still nothing to write except that I now
think my legs have been cut off!
(85 minutes later) Still nothing to write except that I’ve
come to the realisation that my pants are too tight and I’ve noticed that my
left thumb is just a fraction bigger than my right thumb!
(95 minutes later) Still nothing to write, just a question to ask - is it usual for toes to be a dark blue
purpleish colour?
(100 minutes later) Gosh, I’ve never been so busy doing nothing.
