The Blank Page

Ah the fresh new page. The blank, endless canvas. You taunt us, toying with us like a child with a shiny object. In our heads thousands of possibilities swirl. But you force us to choose one. Just one. There are a million ways this scene could go. Which one is the best one? Should he say this, or that? Move this way, or that? Every little word changes it ever so slightly. Like a butterfly, who flaps its wings to cause a hurricane in China. Or gets stepped on in the past to upset the future. The empty page is like a cloud of butterflies that must be carefully stepped on. One line, one movement, one tiny word out of place and the story falls apart ever so slightly. Like taking a block from Jenga. We carefully ease words onto the paper, seeing whether they want to stay there. But that's the problem with the spotless page. What should go where? Writers are word smiths, forging them into objects more mighty than a sword. Putting them together to make a whole far greater than the individuals. But what if it's the wrong words? History proves that the wrong word, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, can cause the deaths of those rivalled by a hurricane. A writer's job isn't easy. In fact it's incredibly hard. Using only words we must create fictional worlds, fictional stories that make you laugh. That make you cry, tremble with fear or fill you with hope. Taking the same words you find on any street corner and turning them into masterpieces. The barren page continues to mock, daring writers to write the words. To see what can happen. The blank page is the scariest thing to the writer, but oh so satisfying when filled.

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