The clean page gleams empty as the cursor blinks expectantly. There are days when the blank page feels like it is working against me, taunting my inability to ascribe meaning onto it. Then there are days like today, when I've been doing everything in my power to get to this point. I've been dreaming about the empty cursor waiting for my words to give it motion--my touch to assign meaning. For days now a plot has been ruminating in my head and now it's finally onto paper. Today I will write. Now.
Are there days when you feel like the empty page is your friend? Or more often is it your foe?
Purpose to befriend it today.
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