Good morning Everyone!
Have you ever thought about the possibilities inherent in a blank page? Every single book ever written began with one, even the Bible. A page is anything that is written upon, physically or electronically, which includes all medium from leather hides, cuneiform clay tablets, papyrus, paper, computer screens and napkins and paper towels (for those of us like me who are organizationally challenged and can’t find paper all the time when they need it.)
A blank page can be intimidating, especially when a deadline is looming. It stares back at you, unblinking, demanding that something be written on it. At my work, it usually is demanding that something be written on it quickly, with accurate legal citations, and adequate evidence to prove my point. When I am just writing, as I am now, sometimes it gives me a softer, gentler stare, reminding me that I can write about anything that I want, and sometimes the stare challenges me, telling me I can do better and it’s time to start writing.
A blank page can be comforting. Each one is a new start, a new opportunity, a chance to write something that no one has every written before. With each one, the possibility exists that the magic inherent in the written word will strike, and that elusive combination of words that goes straight to the hearts of others and makes them laugh or cry or think, that makes those particular words matter and live on past the immediate moment of their writing will be formed.
A blank page is both malleable, and inflexible. A blank page, once I write on it, will let me erase the words I have previously written and start over again, if I need to, (with the exception of leather hides and cuneiform clay tablets; that’s more complicated) but I always reach a point where I am locked in to what I have written, and the story or brief acquires a life of its own.
I think that’s one reason that children are fascinating. At the very beginning, they seem to be a blank page as well, but a blank page that, as it grows, like any good story, takes on a life of its own. I have noticed that with Kayla. While I see her growing into being her own wonderful person, I can see traits that mirror traits that Mark or I have, both good and bad. She can be very flexible, at times, and absolutely intransigent (I can’t imagine where that stubbornness comes from! Family members, no laughing please) at others. She has been participating in writing her own story from the blank page that she started as, and as both a writer and a watcher of it, I can’t wait to see how it turns out!
Have a great day everyone!