The blinking black line of doom

I'll tell you what frustrates me more than anything. I get this great idea, and I'm so prepared to start writing it. I have it all. I open a word document and there's that blank white sheet and that little blinking black line. I just freeze. It happened just a moment ago. I'm sitting here with my hands on the keyboard, watching that black line blink endlessly back at me. What's it's deal anyway? Can't it just stop mocking me? I hate looking at that white screen. I suddenly have no idea how to start something, and soon enough I don't even remember what I was going to write about in the first place. Just general pieces of it. I wish I could write as fast as I type, I would write my stories over typing them any day. At least then I have the actual papers in my hands, and stories hundreds of pages long can't get wiped out because of a hard drive crash! Yeah, that's probably the biggest tragedy in my life so far. The fact that years and years of stories and hard work will probably never exist again. Things that I really poured my soul into, spending so much time just...writing. But I've long since accepted the loss of everything, I'm already frustrated enough not to have to get into it again.

On another note, I'm really craving a bubble bath and my bathtub is nowhere close to being bubble bath-worthy. It's tiny and I can't even stretch out in it. I'm not sure why I had to mention that, I guess to just get my mind off things.

Comments aren't better than bubble baths, but leave one anyway.