There is nothing more promising than a blank page. There is nothing more frightening than a blank page. Authors say that staring at a blank page offers the challenging task of filling it with something someone else will want to read. It is daunting. I disagree. To me a blank page offers hope, a chance to be creative, a space to unload worries, thoughts and hopes. A blank page is the best friend who knows when to be silent. Of course , a blank page waiting for the story of a lifetime that will change the world and every publisher will fight over the saga that comes from it, would be intimidating. Sad to say, I haven’t experienced that yet. The blank page that fills me with trepidation is the page with nothing, the page where I just wrote my finest prose.The page that devoured my morning, but left me with a sense of accomplishment. An improvement, better, a getting there feeling.A page of delightful phrases that has been replaced with nothingness, daring me to find it. The lost file. The accidental deletion. Those blank pages are my nemesis’s.
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Always in search of an adventure, I set off in my post college days to student teach in Dublin, Ireland, followed by travels across Europe to Israel when my mother insisted I come home to California and start working. Two years later, I joined the Peace Corps where I met my husband, while serving in Lesotho, Southern Africa. That was over 39 years ago, and when the real adventure began. Our three children are avid outdoors people and occasionally are patient enough to invite their mother rafting, hiking, climbing or mountain biking. If not outside, I work on the arduous task of becoming a writer, my lifelong dream. Hopefully, I have improved since my childhood when I'd beg my mother to publish my poems. How could she have resisted the Poet with a Toet, or Who Knows What A Nose Can Do? View all posts by Patty's Parlance