The feeling of a blank page
A new year feels like a blank page to me. It is a story yet to be written, one that you hope will have a good ending.
This year, the idea of a blank page is even stronger than before. Just a few weeks ago, I turned a new page in my life, turning over the management of The Simple Dollar (which I spent the last five years building) over to someone else and earning myself the freedom to start seeking a different path.
That blank page is even more real right now, as I’ve set a goal of finishing at least two strong novel drafts this year.
The word processor is open and the blank page is before me. What will be written?
