The Thrill of a Blank Page

Wait…let me back up. I love starting a new book. My head is swimming with characters and ideas and a book that sounds so fabulous to me that I can’t imagine how it won’t be a huge bestseller. I can’t wait to get started. People and things become obstacles to opening that new document and getting it all down. Life (husband, dogs, bills) is an intrusion on what I suddenly believe is a true artist’s mind. I think to myself, “Can’t you understand that I have a genius book in me? Can’t you understand that I don’t have time for dinner or laundry or sex or anything else? That I have to get it down on paper NOW?”

Miracle of miracles, he and the dogs say, “Yeah, okay. Go for it.”