One Of The Later Moments In Time

My mind is a total blank. I really have no idea what to write.

At times, all too rarely, inspiration seems to flow freely and the words pour out of the end of your fingers and flow seamlessly into beautiful and articulate sentences.

At other times, which sadly seems to be most of the time, you sit in the front of the computer staring at a blank page, you hum and you haw, you wriggle around on your seat, you scratch your head, you tap your nose (why is it that this action is fixed in our minds as one that will help us to think?), you try to gather ideas from the objects around you. Somehow the paper-clip on the desk and the box on the floor fail to provide the inspiration that you lack and so you remain sitting in front of the computer, tapping out awkward sentences only to erase them a few seconds later as the full force of their stickiness hits you between the eyes. So then you start over again to try and come up with another, and hopefully more pleasing, sentence.

This moment in time is most definitely one of the later moments in time.