When I approach a blank page, the immediate feeling that overwhelms me is nerves. The kind of nerves that grip you before a fight.
The blank sheet is an enemy that can only be defeated by facing it. It sits there patiently waiting with no reaction to intimidation like a boulder needing to be pushed up hill or a stack of hay needing to be loaded on a truck. It knows no fear, because it has no chance at losing in this scenario. I’m the only possible loser.
I must stand up and face this enemy head on like a beautiful woman in heels. Lovely to look at and ponder the possibilities at what could be….
Both conversation and writing must be filled with leaps and bounds, ducks and turns, similes and laughter, metaphors and implications, illustrations and haikus.