The Adventures of a Cursor and Writer

Short Story to tie in with my Blog

We sit, staring at each other.

One is constantly blinking. The other only manages when her eyeballs dry out from the vacant stare she returns in kind.

“I’m waiting” says the cursor with every blink, every flash.
“I’m, waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting”

Well, no shit, Sherlock, I am waiting too. For inspiration, for excitement, for words, phrases, descriptions, anything to spring forth and it just ain’t happening. So cool your jets. Blink all you like, blink till your little heart's content. Wait, you don’t have a heart. Wait, what am I doing? I’m sitting here having a mental discussion with a blinking little stroke on my computer!! Who’s the crazy one?

Well, you know what little blinking, soulless, heartless little cursor. Shits about to get real, and so are you.
I’m giving you a name, a life, hopefully one of many. An identity of your very own. I name you Sir Cursoralot. You see, I am going to curse you a lot over the next, who knows how long, while I try my hand at this writing, blogging gig. And you are going to curse me a lot, silently, of course, blink, blink, blink, for staring at you for hours on end and not giving you your daily exercise.

But what I hope we will give each other is a whole new world of characters, challenges, adventures, emotions, and relationships. Bring people, places, stories to life. Not just for you and I, Sir Cursoralot, but for many others as well.

So what do you say, blinkface? Are you in? Are you on this ride with me?
Blink, Blink, Blink - Yes, Yes, Yes.

Good, me too!!

And so it begins……