That BLANK PAGE
That dreaded blank page that haunts many writers, artists and creatives in various forms. I’m currently there. I love drawing. Illustrating and crafting, that’s my thing. I love creating cute things and testing methods and just playing, basically. That how it feels when I’m in it. Playing for hours! Effortless and fun and abundant and peaceful and freeing (most of the time!)… But it isn’t always effortless. Actually, when you’re NOT “in there”, in that lekker space (mostly because “life consists of other things too, you know”) and the gaps between sessions become bigger and bigger, you end up here. The blank space. It’s so much more than just a page or a canvas. It’s almost the inability to do what you used to. Well, of course you can still draw, write, sing, perform, dance… It’s just as if you almost forgot how and most importantly WHAT to create. Your gears are rusty and it’s hard to get it moving again. So you don’t. Because at first, you don’t need to. You never “need” to, r...