Today I had several hours to spend writing. Oh, the longed for luxury of uninterrupted time to just dream and create. Unfortunately I have not been working out my creative muscles for the last month or so. That prompted the circumstance of staring at a blank page. For a long time. It doesn’t pay to skip writing.
Sometimes it seems as though quitting would be much easier. That is not an option. For even as I would consider the idea, my brain would still fight me- inserting people, ideas and imaginary lives. The joy comes when the first words start, awkward and wrong, then flowing into personal masterpieces. Don’t let the blank page scare you off. Even if we have to come back and stare at it day after day, one time the words will come.