The blank white page can be terrifying. Its bright expanse taunts with the promise of perfection – a perfection that can never quite be met in reality. Ideas perfectly formed in thought tend to get lost as they transfer to the page and you are left wondering what happened.
Yet it is better to fill the page with idea half-formed than surrender to the tyranny of the blank page. A blank page paralyzises, but words, however malformed and imprecise, are the tools that transfer thought from one mind to another.
Better to begin and fail then never to begin at all.
On that point – welcome to my blog! Forgive the mess, sometimes to start at all one must start badly.