The Blank Screen
"Yesterday was a bad day." "Oh, yeah? What happened?" "Nothing."
I've had this conversation with several people since yesterday, and it always strikes me as funny and appropriate for someone trying to do some sort of creative work. When something is stirring inside, yet it doesn't come out, it feels like a bad day. Yesterday I sat at my computer, staring at the screen for some six hours, typing a sentence here and there, then erasing it, piddling with a video game for five minutes, but there's no real relief there, then back at the sentence again, delete, delete, delete, and by 4:00 p.m., I was exhausted.
Today, I got what I was working on yesterday out in about 2 hours. Ideas were there, coherence didn't seem like a miracle, but normal (assuming I had some, others will judge that), and I'm wondering what that block was yesterday. Probably just normal brooding, gestation, creation at work, etc.
The fear of the blank page...
Proverbial, and terrifying, just like they say...
2:39:05 PM
