For the first time in a long while, blankness grabbed hold of me today as I stared at my computer screen.
I had a grant to write. It was already half-way done when I opened my document in my favorite café this morning. I read the directions for application. I reviewed the points I wanted to hit. I reread what I’d written to get a running start.
Then I sat there.
I looked around. I stared blankly out the window at the blue sky and watched cars drive by.
I realized I wasn’t writing. So I brought my focus back to typing a few words.
Next thing I knew I was watching a fly buzz against the chipped windowsill. The coffee-drinking lady reading a novel became fascinating.
I forced myself back to the page. Then I thought, maybe I should order a sandwich. I studied the overhead menu, craning my neck. Hmm, maybe I should start eating beef again. Am I getting enough iron?
One more time, I shook it off and took myself in hand.
“Look, You,” I said sternly, “just write. Let it be bad. But for God’s sake, fill this page with words and do it now. You are not allowed to eat any lunch unless you write for at least 15 minutes.”
That did it. The flow opened up and an hour later, the grant was finished. And I was hungry!