What do you write on a blank page? A blank page is like a virgin - it has never been touched - the first letter defiles the whiteness.
Well, once that has happened, can anything worse happen?
I propose to set a personal goal for myself - at least one page per day - write before Stumble! or porn or even email.
Already, I am chaffing at the goal - I want to do something else, anything else.
Someone once said, 'Writing is easy, you just open a vein." Writing is a window into the soul. No matter how much I want to conceal the 'me' hidden inside of what is perceived to be 'me', it leaks out when I am writing.
Is someone watching these words as they flow from my mind to my fingers onto this virtual page? Writing on a portable Remington in a garret somewhere would be more private and I could tear up the page when I rip it out of the patten. No one would ever know. Now at least there is a computer file somewhere that knows.
What should one write about? Does writing about pain, real or imaginary, make the pain any less? Is writing cathartic?
I will set up a reminder in my calendar file to tell me to come here each day as I begin to do whatever it is that I do on the computer.
That is 238 words. Perhaps I should do a Lucy and say that this is the very, very, very end, but I have gone over the 250 word count for a page. Adeau.
Well, once that has happened, can anything worse happen?
I propose to set a personal goal for myself - at least one page per day - write before Stumble! or porn or even email.
Already, I am chaffing at the goal - I want to do something else, anything else.
Someone once said, 'Writing is easy, you just open a vein." Writing is a window into the soul. No matter how much I want to conceal the 'me' hidden inside of what is perceived to be 'me', it leaks out when I am writing.
Is someone watching these words as they flow from my mind to my fingers onto this virtual page? Writing on a portable Remington in a garret somewhere would be more private and I could tear up the page when I rip it out of the patten. No one would ever know. Now at least there is a computer file somewhere that knows.
What should one write about? Does writing about pain, real or imaginary, make the pain any less? Is writing cathartic?
I will set up a reminder in my calendar file to tell me to come here each day as I begin to do whatever it is that I do on the computer.
That is 238 words. Perhaps I should do a Lucy and say that this is the very, very, very end, but I have gone over the 250 word count for a page. Adeau.
