I’m looking at the blank page, just as I look at myself. It’s there, waiting for words to be written and transformed from just an array of letters into possibilities. I still don’t know all what I want/enjoy nor all my hard limits. I just have some capital words on my YES list, a few on my NO list, and an endless of MAYBEs.
The blank plage has all the potential of turning into a marvelous tale, the discovering of the sub I want to be. It’s time to write the firsts sentences, be punished for my mistakes and praised for my correctness. It’ll be a learning curve, and I hope I’m ready.