First Hesitant Steps

Many who write have some fear of that blank white page. I know I do. One looks at it, studies it for hours, but it yields nothing. It is nothing. All it holds is that which we already had within ourselves.

Until now, I have only glanced at it briefly and moved on, dreaming of plunging into the icy depths, words spreading before me as a ripple. I have marveled in the intelligence and skill that others display on a daily basis and wondered what I could accomplish. It is my hope that this marks the end of that wondering.

For those reading, please be kind, for I am but an infant in this endeavor; these are but my first, hesitant steps.