I was answering a question for an online acquaintance
earlier this evening, and I decided that I kind of liked what I said. So I'm
sharing it here:
I think there is a layer of angst built into the perceived
pressure of a new year. It's bliss because it's a new, blank state, but it's
also terrifying. The same fear of the blank page that causes writer's block.
All we can do is... do. And the next day will dawn, and we'll move into that
one and start the new day as we shake off the old.
So... Here's to moving into the new year--and scribbling
gloriously all over the blank pages.
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