I started to panic.
A white wall in front and nothing behind.
Just the constant interruptions and manic demands in my everyday life screamed at me.
What to write?
Nothing presented magically as it had in the past.
I decided to slow down.
I remembered a quote by Jodi Picoult I read recently.
"You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page."
I refocused and started to write.
About anything and everything.
It didn't matter what it was.
As long as I had words, somewhere in there an idea would emerge. A sentence would be hidden. A gem could await discovery.
Regardless of it being of interest to others or not I wrote.
One thing was certain. I would look back on these words in the future. I would be able to recapture my thoughts through them. Soak up those feelings.
There are no blank words.
Just blank pages.