A Writer

My day starts off like this,
A yawn or two, a swig of coffee.
I plop down, gazing into an Apple screen.
For the next two hours, I stare.
I stare at the blinking cursor,
My mind running over scenes, characters, images.
I type a sentence or two,
Delete. Delete. Delete.
I sit and stare some more.
Suddenly, one of my ideas evolves.
My fingers glide over the keys,
Inspiration has finally hit me.
I write and write for hours.
Once my steam dies down,
I stare again.
Another perfect day.