For Monday, October 5, 2015:
“The pages are still blank, but there is a momentous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” — Vladimir Nabokov
I love this. It’s rather mysterious, hinting at so many possibilities.
What do you feel when you face a blank paper, computer screen, or canvas? Terrified or stumped? Excited, hopeful? If the former, how do get past that and apply pen to paper?