My current enemy is a blank space. Its colorless regard mocks me as I contemplate what to write. Armed with my keyboard, I know I must fill it with black ink and hear the clatter of my fingertips onto the keys. Even with this end goal in mind, I don’t know where to begin.
I see a tiny light, a flickering spark out of the corner of my eye. The block is lifted and I begin to write the first sentence on the page.
The tumultuous tumbling of words follow, my fingertips dance on the keyboard as my mind’s swirling thoughts are articulated into phrases.