Tuesday, July 17, 2012

the blank page

Seriously. What exactly is so terrifying about a blank page? Is it the endless possibilities? Is it the inevitability that whatever words I put there, they will fail at being perfect? Is it the knowledge that a book takes THOUSANDS OF HOURS to write, which translates into, well, a really long time, with lots of moments of bipolar thoughts? Thoughts like, this book is AMAZEBALLS and, conversely, this book is so hideous it DOESN’T DESERVE TO LIVE?

Or is it something else?

Whatever it is, I need to get over it because this book isn’t going to write itself.

I’m going to eat a cookie now.

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