A Blank Page Blues

I know we have all done it, sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper and got ready to write something down, and then we are confronted with the blank page blues. The words of inspiration then scurry and hide away. You are left with pen in hand, scratching your head wondering what to say. There is no cure for this syndrome; writers get it all the time. Some call it a writer’s block, when nothing comes into your head. You sit in front of a blank page. You know what you want to write, then someone disturbs you and the words disappear out of sight. How many times have we had that? We sit down to write our masterpiece and the telephone rings, or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold. You feel like screaming, but you take it on the chin. You lay down your pen, answer the phone or have your dinner, and when you come back, the blank page confronts you. Still you cannot write anything on it. You stare at it for hours, until finally you get tired and journey off to bed. Hoping and hoping tomorrow a little peace, it will bring and your words on that blank page will really begin to sing. 10 May 2008