Blank Pages Scare Me

This is my entry for this month’s IndieWeb Carnival, hosted by Marisabel. To be honest, pages scare me. I mean the empty ones that I have to fill. I want to fill. I would like to fill. I have a strange relationship with writing: it is an action that both relaxes and terrifies me. It is hard, exhausting, and stressful. But it is also a relief and, sometimes, a joy like very few others. Each time I sit down to write a piece, I end up pressing the Backspace key way more often than I would like. This is mostly true for short stories, but blog articles aren’t so different. I am often insecure about the words to put down. I delete and rewrite them so many times that sometimes I dreadfully stop and leave the page unfinished. Those are the times when writing is stressful. Luckily, it’s not always like that. Recently, I wrote a few hundred (thousands?) words in a rush, spontaneously, at the most unexpected time: while waiting for my father’s surgical operation to finish. I was sitting outside…