• Books,  Happy Dance,  Work-In-Progress

    The Blank Page

    A few weeks back, I was talking to a poetry writing friend of mine, and she told me how much she loves a fresh, blank page. She sees that blank page and sees the possibilities. It’s freedom. It’s malleable. It could be anything. I see a blank page and I see a brick wall. There are too many possibilities! It’s overwhelming! It’s chaotic! Now, I can understand the blank page love a little. I do love breaking in a new composition book. 💜 It’s freedom! But a blank page on the screen? This is part of why I type my outlines up before I start. Sure, I don’t have to, but then…