This Blank Page
This Spotless, Blank, White Page
Why is it so terrifying? So intimidating? So daunting?
How long must I wait for Inspiration
to show it’s face?
to strike a blow?
to spill it’s guts?
How long must I
it fires up a neuron
and shoots across the smaller than a pin-prick
Cinched brows arc
Eyes stare agape
This marked-up half-blank page,
was all along
to find a thankful home.
~ Just as I was about to post, I stumbled upon this writing advice from Jack London ~
“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”
So, if you’ll excuse me,
I’m going hunting…