There's nothing like it. No editing yet, no reading a preceding paragraph wondering where it's headed, just an empty screen waiting for black on white imagination to fill it.
I suspect a tome of a novel that's been in the works for 4.5 billion years or so won't reach an ending in a few weeks. Regardless of this world gone or not, however many doorways open into unfamilar rooms, that blank page will be always there, waiting. How cool is that?
Hey, maybe the next group of calender makers will use a pic of a fireman instead.
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Well, that might the longest comment you ever had Arlene - and surprisingly relevent. Words filling a page!
Ha ha. I deleted the comment that was hugh and some sort of spam. Cool how easy it is to empty that page if its filled with garbage.
Damn it, I missed the spam.
Love the calendar cartoon. I'm thinking of putting one together called "Girls of the Muse", anyone interested?
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