Tasting the Blanc

He is hunched over the page, his shoulders rounded, head bowed as though in prayer. A small puddle of light spills over his desk, illuminating the words that are changing his life. He flicks his pen in his fingers, biding his time, wanting each word to roll onto the paper perfectly formed. He ignores the beep of his phone, swills the next word around in his head as though it were a rare vintage wine being tasted. Moments later he finally decides it is good and allows it to pour itself onto the page.