Write?

This blank textbox, or form, if you prefer, stares back at me. Blank, like a unruled sheet of paper, sometimes goading, sometimes taunting. Nonetheless, tempting. Relentless in its pursuit of words. Imbued, ideas form in the head; the mind struggles for flight, for an escape from the pull of reality. Rationality knows no emotions: it takes aim and pulls triggers with practiced ease.

Alas, we're too focussed right now, peaches. We're answerable, and have answers to prepare for.