Blink, blink, blink…… the cursor taunts me with its incessant blinking….”Stop damn it, just stop!” I squeal in exasperation.
“Mom, you okay?” My daughter’s voice calls warily from the kitchen. “I’m fine.” I answer cheerfully, attempting to conceal my embarrassment. (I mean seriously, swearing at a cursor?)
Feeling momentarily defeated I slouch deep in my chair and continue to stare sullenly at the still blank page. I just don’t understand….Haven’t I been dreaming of this all week? ….Don’t I have a million “slices” floating around in my brain just begging to be shared? Isn't writing one of the supreme passions in my life? Wasn't today's post supposed to be special? My eyes are stinging and temples throbbing, but that is not the worst of it. Suddenly, as if to mock me further, the spiteful little cursor seems to come alive; each rhythmic flicker accentuating not only my headache, but the stark emptiness of the untouched page.
“Oh no, you don’t!” I growl, refusing to be conquered. With a sudden burst of energy and quick roll of the neck, I place my fingers confidently on the keyboard and smile victoriously as words flow magically from my fingertips “You, little cursor,” I proclaim with ferocity, “will never get the best of me!”
“Mom?” my daughter peeks into the room cautiously, “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine, sweetie.” I mumble sheepishly….. (Sigh)…. Poor baby, I have a feeling March is going to be a very long month for both of us ….. Thankfully, we've managed to survive day one:-)