blank page 2

I realized after I wrote that bit about the blank page that it became something about firefly, not the blank page itself.
I notice this phenomena happening in my journal a lot. I feel the urge to write. But I'm sitting there. And nothing happens. That is, until I begin to write about having nothing to write about. Then inevitably, things come.
So the blank page is an impetus for thought, but acknowledging that blankness in my own mind tends to lead somewhere. Whether it is worth anything is a different story. So the blankness of a page (or a text field as the case may be) can either be something fearful or something inspiring, depending on where I am at that moment.
So here's to blank text fields to come. Hopefully they won't be filled with crap.