Starting Again

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.