And so we meet again, Blank Blogging Screen and Blinking Cursor. We’re spending far too much time together.
You demand to be filled. Believe it or not, I understand.
Your blankness is true to its nature. It isn’t the nothing we so often dismiss it to be. It has depth. It has tension. It waits.
But until it is filled, it has no meaning.
I know that is my job. My job is to give you meaning, to direct your depth and tension, to satisfy your waiting.
I am the steward of the potential of the page.
Tonight you will have to wait some more.
‘Cause I got nothin’.