Photograph by Tom Haynes: http://www.craigativity.wordpress.com
Dear Starkness, my old friend,
You weren’t so desperate when we first met. Your body was pregnant with the possibility of adventure. All I had to do was think and you came to life. So eager were you to expose the markings of my ink that I turned red. Now when I try, everything comes out stale. You ruined it. You made me your everything just so you could stare blankly into space while I tried. And I tried so hard.
– a crimson pen
Object Relations 
Love it
Hah. Genius. Period.
Love it! This is such a clever idea. I’ve got to find a photo!
Oh the fear and excitement of facing that blank page! You’ve summed it up perfectly.
Oh how sad, the relationship is broken. Many thanks for stopping by my blog again. I appreciate it.
So many words all are trying to rush out, all I can simply say is bravo. If anyone ever asks me about writers block again I’m directing then here.
thanks for the like and I adore the Simon and Garfunkel reference. Interesting blog.
Sometimes the blank screen is more intimidating than the words in my head. http://jeanswriting.com/
Nice photograph and story. Blank pages are intimidating for sure, but to me they’re also quite exciting when I have a game plan for my writing.
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