My Oldest Friend

“My oldest friend, my fiercest foe”

This is how singer/songwriter Harry Chapin described music, and how I feel about the blank page.

The blank page at once frightens me and also exhilarates every nerve and neuron. I get a rush of euphoria. I feel the weight of dread.

Each blank page provides so much possibility…for relief, for adventure, and for disappointment or failure.

 

The blank page is the ocean.

You can ride upon it, dive in, go under and drown in it. You can swim for days, get lost, find an island, and be eaten alive.

Ah,

My Writing Addiction and Now TwitterFlash

Friday, the hashtag #WhyIWrite trended. Today I am happy to join a Linkup “Why I Write” with the Finish the Sentence Friday gang. (Which, when I can get to it, is generally Finish the Sentence Sunday.) And also tell you about a super flash writing challenge.

The shortest answer:

 

Many writers love to talk and read about writing.

I’m no exception. This next piece of prose is an “oldie” for me.  So it feels