Which is worst: blank page or screen?

Once upon a time, when I was a mere lad, the worst thing a writer had to fear was a blank page.  Today that's a choice.  More often we fire up a computer, and then...

Procrastination pen-in-mouth was private.  Hours could pass with nary a doodle.  A type of meditation, p'raps, the mind a-framing (wow: I meant to write 'dreaming' - let it stand!) thoughts within thoughts, feelings within feelings.  Realising one's writing time was over (or waking up with a sore neck), one could go back to normality refreshed.

Procrastination hand-to-mouse is hectic.  Hours still pass, with barely a blog entry to show for the wild tangents of googling, the bookmark tree growing ever deeper and heavier.  Realising one's writing time is over is to be frustrated.  One goes back to normality angry or upset.