The blank page. (Or, in our case, blank screen.) Bane of writers everywhere. Vast expanse of white, waiting to be filled with words, like a field of waist-deep snow you have to slog across.
I think there’s a reason they call it a CURSE-or. Little devil, blinking at us mockingly as if to say, “So. What genius are you going to share with us today, hmmmmm?”
If you’ve ever felt this way, you’re not …