I intended writing about something today.
It was a good topic that was ripe for a bit of a skit. Maybe I should have written something down at the time?
Because I fired up the old Interweb engine and sat there looking at a blank screen and my mind went completely blank. I stared at the blank page and the blank page stared back at me. Both of us waited for inspiration but whatever brilliant idea I had is long gone.
I hate blank pages. They have an air of expectancy about them and there is an unwritten challenge that whatever I fill them with had better be good. As I stare at the blankness my brain goes into overdrive, whirling around all the topics and things that I have been thinking about for the last day.
That just gives me a headache.
And then the blank page starts to smirk at me. "You have forgotten again? You dumb fuck" it mutters at me. I feel like smashing it but that's a tad drastic. I could just switch it off but I know that there in the blackness behind the on/off switch it would still be sneering. "Loser!" it whispers. "Fuck you" I whisper back and the dog gives me a funny look.
There is only one retaliation. It drives the screen mad.
I fill it full of rubbish – words plucked almost at random until the screen is full of shite.
"Fuck you" I whisper again as I click the Publish button.