She sat at her computer and pondered the expanse of white that waited for some gem to appear in black letters. Nothing happened.
It wasn't unusual. It happened frequently of late. This staring at the screen, wondering how to grasp a thought, clutch a feeling, or wrestle an idea and splash it across the virtual page. Right now she just sat, her mind as blank as the page in front of her, one feeding off the other.
The phone wasn't ringing, no one was at the door, and no one tapped at her shoulder for attention. There was pending catastrophy in her inbox, frustration awaiting in the file drawer, and messages in her voice mail. It could all just wait. She would ignore it all. She would sit and write something profound if it took her all day!
Someone knocked at her office door. "Yes?"
"Yada, yadayadayada yadayadayadayada, yada. Yada, yadayada, yada?"
"I will be right up. Have them take a seat."
Break is over. Well, at least the page is no longer blank.
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