Writer's block

     Opening the laptop, there is a meadow of icons. Files organized in its category, documents and downloaded pictures everywhere. In the background is a picture of Hilary Hahn, my role model. Blankly staring at the nothingness, it is difficult to start focusing and finishing tasks.

     The planner for today shows three essays due today, seven items to be checked off the list. It is clear that the first move after the laptop turns on is to open Microsoft Word, the most frequently used program for the past week. Yet the mouse seems to prefer where it has been - and does not move, unwilling to be displaced. Time passes, and about the time the laptop falls asleep, the mouse directs to another icon - of the Internet. The sites you have left yesterday - mail and essay - indicate the tasks awaiting to be completed. Still the keyboards remain silent, the laptop still not having Word turned on, touchpad being the only thing under pressure.

     Procrastination is so tempting because it is designed to be so. Watching Cinderella meet the prince all the sudden and her life - changing 180 degrees - at once - shows how effort can be meaningless sometimes. The overwhelming fear that it is impossible to beat the clock and soon you are to be imperfect makes the clock ring - the tick-tocks sounding larger than ever.

     However, deadlines are deadlines. Right before the clock strikes 12 the keyboard presses Ctrl + Enter, the keys to send the email. Thankfully, the delivery is made without error, though the content may be a bit imperfect.