...and the little black bar continues to flash on an empty page, waiting for the out pouring of thought. The writers fingers fly, and then the back-space key does its job. Once again the little black bar flashes on the empty page, as if mocking the writer saying 'where are your thoughts, your ideas put them down write them out...what are you waiting for?' And the writer, all the while feeling as if her brain was a vast desolate chasm empty and void of thought...