Staring at that big blank page again, but this is one of the biggest blank pages I’ve ever faced. Writer’s block? I’ve dealt with that before. It’s nothing, I thought. Just a slight bump in a long line of bumps down this road, this gauntlet that is the “writing life.”
This time it’s something even bigger. It’s like I’m starting all over again.
A friend of mine spoke of a book called Writing Down The Bones which I’d heard about but never read … at the Allen Library this week I picked it up. Looks like exactly what I need, exactly when I need it.
Life’s like that, I’ve noticed.