By Maria Okumura
My fingers glide across the keyboard, type a few words and then stop.
They try again, deleting the previous combinations of letters.
They type away with attempted fury, but it's a lie.
Nothing's new on the paper.
I sigh, and try again
over and over and over
but nothing sticks.
finally I close my computer, or put my paper down.
I read someone else's work
I watch a movie
I distract myself
Then I come back.
But can I write something worth while?
I type a few letters onto the screen and I know, this is it.
This is the piece.
no more block.
Or maybe I don't
Maybe it's all just crap.
Maybe I'll wait another day before starting my master piece.