The Procrastinator's Song

I sit in front of my computer with a blank and glaringly white screen staring back at me.

"Just type!"  My brain screams in frustration at my frozen fingers.

Tap-tap-tap and then click-click-click as those first few letters go back from whence they came.  Is whence even correct?  Probably not.  Meh.

I sit and I breathe and I fidget.  

sigh.

I resignedly close the laptop, place it on the coffee table, and go back to the random notes and scribbles in my handy red notebook.  Today will be another day of disconnected ideas, quickly jotted notes, and a false sense of accomplishment.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day.