Writers fear the blank page. But what happens when the ink runs dry?
The letters on my first keyboard rubbed off under my fingers.
Now the computers provide endless "ink"
and writers are John Henrying into carpal tunnel.
If only my voice didn't interfere with my muse's,
I could try an audio recorder.
--Raw photo by me, of an empty inkwell, in end-of-September twilight
Empty inkwell
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Nice shots.
That net neutrality stuff -- they're asking for trouble. There will be such an uproar if they start us on lockdown with that mess.
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