Inside every writer is the excitement of the blank page. I know that it can be stressful but at the same time it holds so much potential and mystery. Waiting to fill the void when one truly has something to say can oftentimes seem to last a lifetime. As we wait, our minds churn, the gears grind and squeak and days turn to weeks and weeks to months. Then, one day, suddenly, the page begins to fill with long awaited words and momentum builds as there are more and more words moving across page after page. Granted, those words may never be used for anything. Those words may be crumpled into a heap with thousands of other words. But then, the excitement of the blank page begins all over again. The potential. The mystery. The hard work. Thoughts. Ideas. Words. Peace. Blessings. And, the writer is simply glad to be writing again.