As a writer, I have gotten used to staring at blank pages for hours, and at times days on end, with some ambient music playing I have spent many days just staring at blank pages of my laptop in quiet contemplation. Sometimes no words come out at times words just flow, many times I have written pages and stories and then left them high and dry in between. But yes staring at pages is a lot that I have done, there is something really soothing staring at blankness just waiting for some ideas to flow, at times I feel I am a piano player rather than a writer as the keyboards make a symphony on blank pages. Each word being an imprint in my mind which flows with grace and rhythm as my imagination reappears on these blank pages. At times painting a story whose middle and end I know not, as a painter of words I just move my itchy fingers do the talking on the keyboard. Each word and sentence giving some meaning to an otherwise blank space that says nothing and reflects nothing. The page is just a canvass and the key’s just the brush with each tap of the keys the imagination paints a story for someone to read. The Blank Page is a potential of what is still to be ascertained.
Words like charcoal splatter the page letting its readers imagine many a tale. As stories converge into one another and characters intertwine with each other. Sometimes I let characters from one story move into another. But there must be thought at first which sparks as an inspiration to fill the blank page. As a writer I see myself as a sculptor applying my attention to my craft which gets better with age.
Staring at a blank page waiting for that idea to drop into my mind well that takes a lot of waiting. But inspiration is everywhere in people, conversations, places, nature, things, and many more all you need is a spark that brings you an urge to write. I have developed enough hunger for writing that I start off tapping the keys as soon as I get an idea no matter where I am. I just pick up the nearest thing and I start typing that is how much it means to me and how important it is for me.
The Blank page at times is my foe and at times a friend when I stare at it endlessly waiting for something to strike my mind it is a foe but when words flow within me it is a friend. The Blank Page as a writer you have to develop a rapport with it.The Page the Blank Page.
