By the time I sit down and face the blank page I am raring to go. I tell it as if I'm talking to my best friend or one of my grandchildren.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I enjoy the freedom of the blank page.
I live for the blank page.
What's on the page dictates a lot of what I do. When the words are there, it's easy.
I just sit down and the page just comes out and I look at it and the elements that appear on that page have a lot to do with what's going on in my life.
I revise obsessively. It's important to me to have a clean page.
And once I know what the first page is, then the rest will come.
You are just in the middle of a struggle with words which are really very stubborn things, with a blank page, with the damn thing that you use to write with, a pen or a typewriter, and you forget all about the reader when you are doing that.
When I'm the one who sits down and looks at the blank page and writes it out all the way, then I'll call it my script.
What is it about the blank page that makes me want to hurl myself into a game of solitaire? I ask myself these kinds of questions while I'm playing solitaire.
The hardest thing about writing, for me, is facing the blank page.