The blank page contains the potential for all stories ever and never written. It is up to the author to use time-honored tools like discipline, critical thought, and unflinching scrutiny to bring out another glorious tale from that deceptively chaotic blankness.
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The great white expanse of implied perfection is the bane of every artist. We must be brave and make a mark.
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Indeed! There are lessons in finishing something and moving on to the next.
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If only I could record the experience of imagination and transmit directly to the brains of others. But I cannot. I must remember what I imagined, sort out what I was thinking, then gather and arrange a common, imprecise, limited code on a medium I can pass on, so another can decode, decipher, translate with their own experiences to have a chance to interpret something like what I mean. It is still a thrill.
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In a few decades, stories may all just be transmitted through machine-assisted telepathy, haha!
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I like that you use the phrase “chaotic blankness”. That is precisely it — it is the struggle to create a limited creation out of a virtually limitless sea of ‘nothing’, or ’emptiness’.
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That’s why it’s fun in the beginning, and then a grind, haha! The novelty must be shaped so that others understand it.
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You reminded me of the Natasha Bedingfield song, “Unwritten.”
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Hope that’s a good thing, haha!
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Here’s the song with lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jloQ6xsx3bE
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Sounds very “glittery-y” haha!
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