There is nothing so annoying as the blank page.

It sneers and laughs.

The blank page mocks.

I look at it and hear the clamor of words; see the hazy images of half-formed ideas.

All smothered by the endless white.

Impotence breeds hesitation.

Today, I need a coffee.

I stare at the pen clutched in my fingers.

“What if..?”

What if what? What if this? What if that?

Pushing the empty page away, I ponder tomorrow’s needs.

Caffeine or Alcohol?