As a writer, the most absurd (yet all too common) roadblock that I face is the empty page. No matter how much I’ve written, or how much it’s praised, the blank page always mocks me. It stands, as if a barren plain, daring me to plow it – creating visions of the deep, immovable rocks I’m likely to crash into… the hours of sweaty, thankless labor… the general vastness of the supposed work.
I don’t know what your “empty page” is (Make your own damn analogies!), but today I dare you to write on it. Even if it’s as simple as the dreaded blank time-card, that must be filled with four stamps before you may retire for the evening, go forth as an intrepid explorer to fill that void with your worthy presence!
In that vein today, I’ve managed to complete a poetic scene to be shot this weekend (If you’d like a free copy, just email me and request one.) and even drastically correct the grammar and content of a fellow writer’s scene. Not much for a few hours’ work, but it’s something, which is the general point today.
In the words of a great religious leader: “Go and do thou likewise.”