Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Blank Sheet

I've never blogged before, so...

There are few things less scary for a student than a blank sheet of paper. To this day, I still occasionally wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pumping, half certain that I've missed the due date for a final paper. And yet, I can't help but wonder if that same clean sheet, so smooth and silent, staring blankly at its beholder, isn't in its own way far more terrifying for a writer.

Terrifying, yet exhilarating.

A clean sheet of paper is like a wrapped gift, and the present inside is determined by the way you unwrap it. Oh yes, and you must work around the giant, snarling pit bull whose teeth are clenched around one end of it.

Terrifying, yet exhilarating.

You'd think I were some sort of adrenaline junkie. But I'm not. Just a glutton for punishment, I think. Cuz I hate that clean sheet of paper almost as much as I love it.


  1. I feel the same way about the blank sheet. My feeling has changed though from my school years. When I was a student it was more a fear of what to say, how to fill in so many pages (to meet the minimum word count), and how to get the best grade. As an adult it is more an issue of time and of frame of mind. There is a lot to write, but no time and no peace to do it. I admire your dedication to your art, and indeed your skill.

  2. I love your philosophy on the "battle" that is the blank sheet. I've kinda regarded writing as akin to painting with oils. It's a constant process of refinement and discovery and seeing the intangible and making it tangible. My brush is a HB.

    (lovely hand btw).


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