BLINK BLINK BLINK
The cursor stares back from the empty screen.
Why does its little, vertical flashing make is seem to be looking at me. Makes me feel like it is waiting, like someone tapping her foot or stilettoeing his fingers on the table top.
My response?
I blink, blink, blink, right back at it.
And my mind wanders around whatever it is I know I'm trying to say, wanders and nudges and waits for something worthy to fall out of that great mass of 'what-I'm-trying-to-say'.
This is what I do for a living. I wage a daily battle of wills with that complacent, impatient, insatiable cursor and the mass of something that it demands I bring to life.
Another day, another vacant digital space.
My adversary and my friend.
I think that's why I signed up for this gig.
It never gets old and it never gets easy, so long as the goal is to fill that space with something worth the effort and not just something sufficient.
And, of course there are the perks.
Like flying in a helicopter on Tuesday. Or driving cars not long ago. Or, next week, hanging out at a Buffalo ranch. The perks are cool, too.
But I think its the battle of the cursor that draws me.
So now its "Once more to the . . ." blink . . . blink . . . blink.
Yet from somewhere in my chest there comes the echo - beat . . . beat . . . beat.
Why does its little, vertical flashing make is seem to be looking at me. Makes me feel like it is waiting, like someone tapping her foot or stilettoeing his fingers on the table top.
My response?
I blink, blink, blink, right back at it.
And my mind wanders around whatever it is I know I'm trying to say, wanders and nudges and waits for something worthy to fall out of that great mass of 'what-I'm-trying-to-say'.
This is what I do for a living. I wage a daily battle of wills with that complacent, impatient, insatiable cursor and the mass of something that it demands I bring to life.
Another day, another vacant digital space.
My adversary and my friend.
I think that's why I signed up for this gig.
It never gets old and it never gets easy, so long as the goal is to fill that space with something worth the effort and not just something sufficient.
And, of course there are the perks.
Like flying in a helicopter on Tuesday. Or driving cars not long ago. Or, next week, hanging out at a Buffalo ranch. The perks are cool, too.
But I think its the battle of the cursor that draws me.
So now its "Once more to the . . ." blink . . . blink . . . blink.
Yet from somewhere in my chest there comes the echo - beat . . . beat . . . beat.