237 | Empty screen, eyelessly staring at me
Empty screen, eyelessly staring at me. Flickering cursor, taunting me with my
indecisiveness. One flash, two flashes, three. It’s almost — almost — as if I
can hear my word processor say ‘you will never write a solid story today, there
is no way you have anything to share’. It wouldn’t be a lie; how can I say
something of interest 365 days in a row? I don’t experience enough interesting
things to be able to do that.
Would this project require an update every week then yes, maybe I’d be able to