There it is again
A blank, and very white page
Staring at me
or am I staring at it.
Willing brilliant thoughts
~ any thoughts ~
to appear and make sense.
If I had been trying to compose on paper,
my waste basket would be overflowing
with crumpled lines of drivel.
(The delete button has replaced
the satisfying crunch of paper.)
“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.”
~ Margaret Atwood
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