Opening a new, white and pristine page can be one of two things. It’s either exciting, pulse-raising and inviting, or terrifying, threatening and off-putting.
It doesn’t matter what sort of page this is – it can be a new page in a much used notebook, the first page of an unopened one, or the electronic, virtual one that comes up in a writing program.
No matter what emotion arises when faced with a blank page, the demand that it throws is undeniable. A blank page craves to be filled, to be written upon with ink or to be full of coded letters.
There’s nothing worse than opening a new page and feeling the terror bubbling in your throat, the pressure building up behind your eyes, in the crevices of your very mind. The emptiness seems to call to the very soul, demanding in loud and certain tones what it needs. Sometimes, fear can lead the way into the second, better emotion. Once a page starts to fill up, the demand lessens, the pressure recedes, and bit by bit, the terror evaporates.
There’s nothing better than opening a new page and feeling the excitement bubbling in your stomach, the itch in your fingers as they long to start writing and the images that jump around your mind, urging you onward, ever onward, so that you can’t resist putting down your pen to the paper or your fingers to the keyboard and beginning to write. When the page fills up, bit by bit, a sense of pride in your own words filling up such a space is added to the other emotions, and it too spurs you onward.
Sometimes, when a page is full, it demands another page to be opened. It’s not finished yet, the emptiness of the next page tells you, you must continue.
Sometimes, when the page is full, it’s enough. The urge, the need and the drive all quiet in you, and you can look at the full page and know that you’ve completed something, even if it’s not finished, you’ve put something down on the page, and there it will stay.
Being faced with an empty page is an adventure, whether dream or nightmare.
11 thoughts on “Faced with an Empty Page”
Yay! I totally relate to the post. I love it, Ems!
I am reblogging or posting or whatever this. It is so true!!
I have a book that I’ve been writing about my BRCA journey, it’s been on hold for a few months, waiting until I got through my latest surgery, so I could finish it up. It’s calling my name now, because it’s time to get back to it – it’s nearly done, but I can relate to much of what you’ve written in this entry. I have that fear that once I start again it may not flow as perfectly as it did before, that I may have a hard time getting back into it. I have a chapter or two that need to be rewritten (things change) and I’m hoping I can find my voice again.
p.s. I’m also adding you to my blogroll!
You’ve ’bout covered it…that daunting fresh page! We all know that feeling. It’s good to know we’re all in it together.
And you filled up your blank page beautifully (but then, you always do!)!
I like it the most when I can fill that empty page with ease. I hate having a block.
An empty page truly is an adventure! I love the sight of a scribbled on page.
I agree- it’s an adventure! And whether it ends good or bad, it’s still our adventure, our story…
Girl, you hit that one right on.
Ah, SO true. Great parallel here between the pleasure and pain of writing. I love it! 🙂