Procrastination, A Thief of Time
Cindy, a young writer, grinned as she read her prose on the computer screen. The words were flowing smoothly from her brain to her fingers. I'm even impressing myself , she thought, a bit sheepishly. This is the best short story I have ever written. Only a few more pages and I'll be done. She thought about pausing briefly to save her work, but she was on a roll. She feared the sudden inability to regain the rhythm she had found. I'll save it as soon as it's finished , she reasoned. As Cindy plunged into the next paragraph, her cursor stopped blinking. Her pulse quickened. "Come on," she said, " don't do this to me, please. Not now! " Cindy waited a few moments, then hit her space bar. Nothing. Panicking, she hit "return." No response. Her screen was frozen like the arctic tundra.