Monday, May 17, 2010


I stare forlornly at the blank page. It dares me to write something on it; it mocks me, whispering..."You have nothing to say, Bitch! Just give it up and go to bed. You know that's what you want to do, so leave me alone in my pristine whiteness. Don't sully my surface with your silly scratchings."
"Hey!" I declare defiantly, "Who do think you are, telling me what to do?"

I attack the page with my sharp pen, scratching out "i's" crossing "t's" and scrawling "f - u's."

Unfortunately, no actual words come out of the assault, but I'm sure kicking that blank page's butt!

7 comments:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Love it. Hilarious. I think this goes through thousands of writers' minds every - single- day. I know it does MINE.

Harry said...

Wad that sheet up and toss it for two. It'll serve as a warning for the rest of the stack.

Gorilla Bananas said...

And it's a big white butt too!

John Wiswell said...

That's how you win.

I see a butterfly with a demon staring from behind it. I think the demon is scared.

Mike from Adelaide said...

Let the voices tell you what to write. After all we let them tell us who to kill

Ms Smack said...

hehehehe

Jodi MacArthur said...

Madame Z vs Blank Page.

The ultimate Ink down! You win the crown, Z. Muah!