I’ve been sitting here, looking at the blinking cursor for about 3-4 minutes. Wondering, what to write? What to write? Little ideas float in. The evaporate as soon as I try to put my attention on them. I wonder, will there be an idea? When will it come? Thing is, it turns out (and this is one of those things you’d think I’d know by now), that all we can do is begin where we are. Looking at the ground in front of us. Idea or no, the time to start is when one starts. It’s always now. A nice cliché. But definitely one of those that makes you see exactly why a cliché is a cliché.