The white space sits before me, it continues to stare. I stare back a furrow in my brow. I know what it is thinking ... it is telling me it is blank, I am blank, the world is blank. In defiance I growl back, I begin to scratch the pen across its white surface, the scritch, scratch, scrunch catches me off guard as I have crumpled the paper. You win this time, I think to myself. "But the keyboard is going to lose!" I exclaim aloud.
I love to write, even when pen and paper fail I will get the keyboard to do my dirty work. I have never been much of an artist but words, oh words! I can use them as any artist uses their paint and brush. I gave a sample of my writing above, but you can review my website as well: http://kruthoud.com/