You’re feeling creative, so
naturally you take your place at your desk, laptop at the ready with a fresh
word document open. The curser blinks warily at you, waiting for a sudden jolt
of energy to push it along the line you are about to write. But nothing
happens. The curser blinks patiently; you tap your finger on the desk,
impatiently. Nothing happens; your ideas never existed in the first place, what
made you think you could create them now?
Scenario 2 –
You have an idea. In fact, you
have many. You run up the stairs two at a time, sit down at your squeaking
chair. Your laptop flies open and a new word document is opened. The curser blinks.
You look down at your hands, your fingertips are moving slightly with
anticipation. But nothing happens. After a while, you look at your word
document. You have half a sentence and an emotion. Everything’s gone. The
curser blinks, still.
Scenario 3 –
The curser blinks, watching you.
It has done for almost three hours now. But you don’t notice, for your eyes
have blurred and the pixels on your laptop screen have started to merge and
suddenly your consciousness kicks itself and you become aware, again, of the
words you still haven’t yet written. The curser blinks. Again.
In one of these scenarios,
possibly, on a rare occasion, something different might occur. You might start
typing, your long fingers subconsciously moving across the keyboard, forming words
you haven’t yet processed in your mind. They work ahead of you, with your mind
trying to catch up. Words are typed to create sentences. And then those whole sentences
bunch together to create paragraphs. The gears of your mind whirring, your
fingers rapidly moving, black pixels being splashed across the once lifeless
page; creating. Spilling ink across the page, creating a mark that stains the
page with meaning. You take a breath and pause. And you read over what you have
written, secretly hoping, pleading, that your words were not just your breath
of thought, hoping that your words breathe meaning, allow the reader to
disappear from their physical existence for a short while. The curser blinks
while you read. Finally, you’ve turned blood into ink.
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