I sit. I stare at a blank screen.
No inspiration comes.
Possible topics float into my brain: why write; adoption, money and family support; the buying of gadgets; the discipline of daily activity; whether, in reality I am actually growing any more patient than I ever have been; happiness; cars posh enough to flick their lights from afar when seeking them in a car park; the real warmth and comfort I gain from the good news of matching and introductions from fellow adopters; home-made apple crumble; reading. One after another each idea is discarded (or perhaps stored away for possible future use).
I even type the odd phrase. And delete it again.
The blank screen.
It can be a merciless foe, the blank screen. And today, for some long while, I wondered if finally this round of the battle was going to be lost; whether my brain was finally conceding defeat, my imagination graciously bowing out, leaving the stage clear for white-out.
But no, I shall address directly my foe: Oh blank screen and blogging taskmaster, I thought today you had me defeated. Yet I have recouped my energies. I have summoned all my powers.
Indeed, I owe the gurus of #NaBloPoMo a thank you: with your assistance day 12 has been ticked and I have blogged once more.
The blank screen has been vanquished for today.