Beat. Beat. Beat.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Like a neon sign with a short in the electrics. Small black line in a sea of white.
My 500 words a day challenge is progressing in fits and starts. Much like the blink of the blinking cursor. Three thousand words this week. No words the week before. The middle of the book is before me. The hard yards. I do a lot of staring at the blinking cursor. Waiting for something to happen. Anything.
Some days, all I can do is write something. Anything. Just to get some words down.
Much like this blog post.
Are you writing something? Do you love or hate the blinking cursor?