As a kid, I loved waking up after a night snowfall. The yard was a blank page. Untouched. Sparkly. Fresh. I would stand at the window and breath in the glittering canvas of opportunities. Snow men? Angels? Tracks and tunnels? I could create whatever... and then huddle inside with some hot cocoa.
I still love blank pages. There is something so relieving, so invigorating about a slate wiped clean. A fresh start.
That's where I am in writing. Brainstorming sequels, plotting new story ideas, meeting new characters, and admiring a white page without a single word on it. Eeeeehhhhhwsha! *an internal noise made to signal extreme excitement* I feel lighter. Ready. So, 'ello New Story. Welcome to my world. I'll make you some hot cocoa, and then we can chat while I plot my snow angels, tracks, and tunnels. That's what a blank page is for, right?
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Yes it is! I love the look of a blank page (or post;) and it's freshness and newness.
You are SO lucky to live in Kansas where it actually snows in the winter. I can count on one hand the times it snowed while growing up. I love the snow. . .
GL on your new story!!
Sometimes it's nice to start fresh and new.
Alexis Hallum: Thank you! And yes, I loved growing up there.
lotusgirl: Completely agree. s
I started a wip this summer, and it was fresh and exciting. Now the blank slate is full of scribble scrabble.
whoooooweee!! Brainstorming is fun, I agree :) GOOD LUCK! I bet you'll come up with some awesome sequel ideas, pretty lady!
I never thought of the blank page being like that first snowfall. What a perfect comparison! I will never look at a blank page the same again. Thank you!
Medeia Sharif: Oh yes, I know the stage of scribble-scrabble well.
Jude: Ah, thank you!
Heather: Glad you liked the comparison! Both excite me. :)
What a refreshing positive view of the blank page.
I used to love to wake up to fresh fallen snow too. I'd get upset if the kids from school tromped through before I had a chance.
Oh, you're so right! There is something exciting about a blank page just waiting to be touched. :)
What a great way to look at it! Having grown up in southern California, I never had a chance to be a child with snow, which might explain way those blank pages are so daunting. Thanks for that insight!
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