Blank Pages
The blank page stares at me. I have to write something. Anything! I promised myself that I would do it. Maybe someday the things I write will be coherent again. For now, they're just something to make sure I hold myself to my promise to write again.
My cat fights with the blinds behind me, trying to look out the window while I fight with my mind, trying to get it to produce something worth writing.
It will come. It always does.
Patience.
Patience.
Patience.
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Jim Stitzel
The key is simply to start writing, anything, even if it's not good. Once you start, the words start to flow more easily.