There I am. Staring at the blank document. For nearly half an hour now. What I wanted to do? Write. But what I didn’t do? Write. I was waiting for inspiration to strike. I was waiting for something to write.
Nothing struck me. As time passed by, I thought why can’t I write about how I felt when I couldn’t get any topic to write about. What am I doing? What am I thinking? What should I do?
Was the document blank or my mind blank? I am sure it was the former, as my mind is always filled with something or the other.
I clicked on tabs after tabs in my browser, visited websites after websites. But I couldn’t find inspiration. Continue reading