Here it is…the blank white page every first time writer ever faced…the one they all talk about.

How do you handle such pressure from something so blank…so vast…so….white?? And believe me, I know white. I see it every summer as I venture out in my were-they-always-this-tight-and-short shorts and my whiter than white legs reflect the sun and blind those unfortunate enough to have forgotten their shades. Wow…was that TMI? Is that not the humor the blogosphere is looking for?! I promise I’ll learn…I hope…sigh… Well, look at that at least it’s not a blank white page anymore! Too bad there’s not as easy a solution for my blinding legs.

I’m so glad you’ve stopped by!