The curse of the blinking cursor
I have been staring at a blinking cursor for days. When things are going well it can’t keep up with my high-speed-two-fingered typing, but when things aren’t going so well, it lurks at the end of the last crappy sentence, defying me to come up with something approaching lucidity. It also seems to have a bullshit-detection function, flashing even more irritatingly than usual when it has sensed drivel. Well I got the little sucker. Last night, trying once more to write my proposal, everything clicked into place. I raced through paragraph after paragraph. Yes. Still a long way from the end, but it isn’t all uphill any more.
