Sunday, August 7, 2011

35 :: What now?

I always get worried in the last leg, esp. the last two hours or so, that I will not have anything to say. When am I am a loss for words --- not often. Seriously though. Even the well planned out events always have a drop off near the end and I have to improvise. Now, without a plan is the plan, I could not help thinking of the white box, blinking curser and a blank stare.

I might have to resort to bad poetry that may spawn a decent one or two.