[…blink…blink…blink…]

Damn blinky-cursor-indicator-thing-y.  When your inspiration level is at barrel-bottom, the cursor is like an impatient foot, tap-tap-tapping.

Each stationary blink counts as a moment of nothing-worth-saying-ness.

[tick]

[tick]

[tick]

“Ms. MacDonald?  We’re waiting…”

[sigh]

Now I’ve got performance anxiety which may very well develop into something more serious: Blogger’s Impotence.