White Blank Page

It is the fear of a writer with deadlines; the fear of facing it over and over because it always brings you back to the start. Sometimes you are excited to see it, as if the answers will flash the right words any minute, with every blink of the cursor. But most of the time, it stares back for hours.

I call it the curse of the white blank page.

It is believed that when you stare at the white blank page for a long time hallucination can come and bite you. Today it is a monstrous spiky green thing that will poke my eyes anytime if I don’t stop staring. He’s telling me to paint this city dirty. * evil laugh*

Just as any other white things, we can’t wait to get this untainted thing dirty. With this one, it has to be the right words, with style and creativity. If words alone are powerful enough, how much more the right ones? Maybe that is why they are hard to find. Words can make or break you, depending on how it is aimed. The worst is that it stays with you even in your loneliness.

Writers have a big responsibility because words are their weapon of choice. They can make you laugh, cry, fall in love, scare you, and make you believe. They can bring you anywhere without leaving anything behind. They offer escape. A world that makes dragons alive and wishes comes true, where your imagination ends is the limitation.

Writing and reading is like breathing, once we learn we can never unlearn. Reading is a pleasure that we can experience in this lifetime, how much more writing? Being able to express yourself in a treatment of your choice, to share the things you like, hate and all the things in between. A gift given to many but not practiced by everyone.

Ugh, now what to write? Here I am staring at my white blank page, thinking of something interesting and waiting for the right words to come. Uhm…maybe something funny? About deaths and goodbyes? What about monsters and dinosaurs and cactus? Ugh, I hate deadlines. *fade out*