Writing is tough tonight. It happens when one undertakes it daily. It’s the nature of the beast. Knowing that doesn’t soothe the frustration of sitting here staring at the endless blinking of that damn cursor. But, it’s a start.

I read somewhere that there is scientific proof that computers can’t hear you curse them. That seems more than a little unfair. This one certainly seems unmoved by rivers of profanity or threats of violence.

It’s almost as if the thing is daring me to bring this hammer down on the screen. Little does it know--I’m wiser now.

So, there it sits mindlessly flashing--awaiting words. Meanwhile unbeknownst to the cursed cursor it has already moved. First a paragraph, then two and soon a blog is written. It may be about nothing more than a blinking bit of light. Nevertheless they are words of comfort to one who was once lost for words and bereft of wit.

Flash on, foul fiend. Victory is mine.