8 December 2011
Just write. It seemed like a simple enough mandate. Pencil or pen, typewriter, word processor, computer, tablet...there was no shortage of tools.
I fiddled with my headset, my music playlist, watched some tv. Looked back to the blank page and it's damnable Blinking cursor.
It was hard to comprehend how minutes before my mind had been overflowing with ideas, and now -Now- now that all the tools were at hand all I was left with was that empty page.
So I began as everything does. In an agitated, uncomfortable place, scrabbling and clawing about until things make sense.
How I Write • Opuss № I