The blank white page has always been daunting. Twenty years ago it was the journal page that stared back...or it was the article that was due and I hadn't started yet. These days the white page still looms but doesn't seem as large to me. Perhaps it is because we are constantly writing. Throughout the day I craft any number of emails, text messages, FaceBook status updates, etc. Switching to the writing mode happens continually. But the crafting of a sentence is no different in my mind. It goes through the same metamorphoses as it creeps from the brain, word by word, and makes its way to the keyboard. I still feel the overwhelming desire to edit and manipulate words to invoke emotion. And it still amazes me that whatever is being said can be offered up to the audience in so many different ways.
I don't know if a blog is the answer to the unwritten thoughts I have trapped in my head, but I know my Face Book status can only hold so many characters and often times I have found myself confined to the restraints of that small space. As time moves forward we will see if I can continue to create enough to fill a page. So here I am, jumping in, and like everything else in my life right now, I will only know I can swim if I step off the edge.
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