Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I think I hope I think

I might have had an idea for my story!

Now I'm afraid to touch it, for fear that the bloom will then be gone. But I must forge ahead anyway, and defeat my arch-enemy, the Blank Page.

Fram!

4 comments:

Paul Witcover said...

As anyone who knows me will attest, I am no pugilist. However, I often think about writing in that way. In one corner, me. In the other, my idea: the perfect book or story, as I've conceived it. The bell rings; blows are exchanged; the blank page of the canvas is bestrewn with blood (i.e., words), and at the end, only one of us walks away . . .

Ysabeau Wilce said...

And oh the joy you feel when you think you might be winning!

Paul Witcover said...

Until that left hook comes out of nowhere . . .

Ysabeau Wilce said...

Thanks! That's encouraging!