Sometimes there is nothing.
Sometimes nothing is everything.
Sometimes all we have is idea that we will have something more than nothing.
Sometimes we beg for anything.
Then there are the few times when we think we can scrape up all the remnants of past thoughts and attempt to concoct a gumbo worthy of being what we want.
Sometimes we stare a blank screen.
Sometimes the keyboard stares back.
Sometimes looking for that first thought is like looking for a word that rhymes with "orange".
Sometimes we attempt to break the silence.
Of course, the wizened philosophs of yesteryear would say that no thought should be captured lest you dwell on one issue. It is far better to let it go and keep your mind at peace.
Sometimes it is far too late for conscious thought.
Sometimes walking away seems like the better choice.
Sometimes the well looks empty.
Sometimes the spigot runs dry.
In these situations, time often becomes your worst enemy. The clock ticks away the seconds, minutes, hours, pecking on your cerebral cortex like a vulture on carrion. Yet the need to do what is required pushes you forward, weighing on you all the while. You wish you never took on this voluntary responsibility. But you are the best for the moment. And the moment is yours.
Sometimes repetition becomes your best friend.
Sometimes literary devices provide the ideal crutch.
Sometimes you mail in a blog post.
Sometimes you let it ride, writer's block be damned.
