By C. J. Stegall-Evans
Every morning I wake up to do battle with the blinking curser on my computer screen. I doesn’t say anything it just blinks as if to say “Come on already.” I’m sure its mocking me. Whoever came up with the idea that the cursor should blink is indeed a sadist.
After I pray, I lie in bed knowing its waiting for me. Although I have ideas while lying in bed I’m not quite sure how to implement them. I drag myself out of bed, write in my journal, watch the sunrise and proceed to do battle.
I know I can do it, I do it every day, but somehow there this underlying notion that this is it; I just cannot write today. What do I do? I write anyway. I write because I cannot allow irrational fear to keep me from doing what I most love to do in this world.
I sit back, relax and have a soothing cup of tea; my passion for writing begins to flow; I embrace the cursor in all its sadistic ways. It is no longer the enemy but simply a tool with which I craft my art.
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