on the one hand, a blank page is awesome. it's clean and fresh and holds a million different possibilities. there are no mistakes, no wrong turns, nothing that makes you want to hang your head in embarrassment or tear the thing up because it just won't go the way you want it to. everything is still possible, and the world is at your fingertips. whatever world you choose to create.
on the other hand, a blank page is completely terrifying. it's intimidating. there are so many different things you could do, but as they race to the front of your mind and you try to pick the absolute best one, they fly into the air around you, heading towards someone else's blank page that would jump at the chance of getting them down. suddenly, the maelstrom of thoughts you just had turn into absolutely nothing. the blinking cursor begins mocking you. you try to get something down, anything, just to prove that you can, but everything comes out wrong. you either get really familiar with your backspace button or your blank page turns into a page full of scribbles. frustration kills possibilities and the world is tantalizingly close, but just out of reach.
i'm sure i had more to say on this subject, but i just got really distracted by my neighbors and my thoughts were blown away by the spring breeze. my neighbors have formed a sort of assembly line to get their groceries into their house. the distracting thing (besides the family lining up from the car, up the stairs, to the front door) is that they are taking the groceries one by one into the house. no bags or anything. one cereal box goes up the line, followed by a bunch of bananas, followed by two cans of something, followed by whatever else they have. i realize that with the way i talk about my neighbors i must seem like a gladys kravitz, but i assure you i'm really not.
oh, and i have eaten nothing but chocolate and beef jerky since monday (except for yesterday's family dinner of orange chicken) and i am fully disgusted with myself.
*Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
you'd make a good wife. you know why?
ReplyDeletecos you make almost everything boring sound do interesting at times. i envy that lucky guy! :)
oh wow there's so much to respond to this comment. first, i'm not really planning on getting married, so it's really a moot point. at least, i havent found evidence that anyone exists that i would want to take the risk and marry. second, they say that the sign of a good writer is that she makes everything compelling to read, no matter how mundane the topic. so though i wasnt aware this was one of my more boring posts, and you were sure to clarify that i make "almost everything sound interesting at times," thank you. :)
ReplyDeletewoah a little emphatic on the 'almost' and 'at times' there. i hope i did n't touch a nerve and you're welcome. :)
ReplyDeletetoo bad you think i don't exist :( lol
creepy... thats all i have to say...
ReplyDeletehahahaha! i saw that coming!
ReplyDeleteBlank pages... you love them and you hate them. Those first few words have to take away the pureness and that makes them the hardest to write.. They have to be utterly perfect to be worth destroying the blankness in order to begin.
ReplyDeleteexactly... and finding something "utterly perfect" is just about the hardest thing ever.
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