I have come to realize that there are not many things I fear more than seeing a completely blank page. Terrifying. Full body shudders.
Honestly, the things I fear more than this are legit fears - - something awful happening to my husband or daughter, losing my ability to churn out sarcasm and witty retorts - - you know NORMAL fears.
The more I think about it - - it's probably not the blank page that actually scares me - - it is the idea that I won't come up with anything to put down on said page. Being completely unable to fill it up with meaningful words. THAT would be friggin' horrible. Would make my life just DANDY. (Note: sarcasm is still intact at this point.)
I am guessing by now you have probably realized that I am going through a bit of a "dry spell" with my writing and that this little nugget of a post is me working out some psychoanalytic shenanigans in hopes of getting my groove back.
with frustrated eye rolls and long winded sighs,