A Battle Lost, but Not the War

The vast field of white tormented her. She pursed her lips to a thin faded rose line, and her blue eyes flashed daggers at the computer screen. The single thin line of a cursor had the audacity to blink at her from it's stationary position.

Whenever she was away from the computer, words and ideas flowed through her mind freely, begging to be expressed, written, shouted, sung, exposed for the world to see. Her gasp of a cry to the world to be recognized and heard. She half-heartedly tried to commit them to paper in the traditional hand written format as time allowed, having committed to memory the lesson of a prose heard years ago, that all idea required was a simple note jotted down so as not to be lost forever. But now, there was something in the simplicity of seeing her thoughts in print, neat, concise, and easily edited before being presented that had lulled her into believing the flow of ink onto paper was no longer a sufficient outlet. She had become... a technological snob, and she had not even realized it happened.

Now it seemed the vastness of the white screen, and the incessant blinking of the cursor in it's starting place insisted on making her brain a mirror of itself when she sat down. She sat now trying to remember her last moment of epiphany, the latest story plot she'd thought of, the last political view point she had feverishly debated, her latest inspiration for poetical musing... and she found... a blank. A blank that blinked in time with the cursor... the cursor, a blank begging to be filled in. The blank, taunting her with her inability to sate it's need to race across the screen, hungrily gobbling up empty space and leaving strings of of words in it's wake. If the cursor taunted her, the vast white canvas mocked her, daring her to try to fill up the emptiness when her own thoughts had become empty.

The writer sighed, and clicked on the red x at the top of the window, watching it shrink and disappear, the flickering of the monitor seeming to laugh at her inability to meet the challenge in the split second it took.