Kayaking on the Long Island Sound is great thinking time. Yesterday, between dreaming about what to make for dinner and paddling into the waves, I decided it is time to write a new book. Time to step away from the manuscript I’m currently flogging and start another story. Today, I opened up a blank document (it’s there still, behind this screen) and panicked. How did I ever write all those pages in the first place? I stared at that page waiting for words, then quickly retreated here to this less daunting space.
I did it once, and I will do it again — but at least for now, the emptiness of the screen reflects my mind. Of course I know that what I write now will not be what I end up with. I’ll be editing, revising, trashing and revising again. It is NOT like landing on the moon. The beauty of writing is that I won’t be stuck with “one small step…” — it can be a leap, I just have to take it…
And after you’ve kayaked some more, the first words will come…