Enormous flakes fall outside my window. The snow turns the volume down on everything and begins to white-out all it touches.
In front of me sits my computer, an open document, and that damn blinking cursor. It's only now that I realize why Tony Kushner goes through all the effort he does in order to handwrite all his work. At least that way he doesn't have to be threatened by the constant BLINK | BLINK | BLINK.
And it's not just me.