We’ve all been there. It’s that avenue where there’s nothing and I mean nothing but blank walls surrounding you. It could be at the beginning of a manuscript, in the middle or pages from where the last words you type are “The End”.

It’s that time and place where we’re just sitting looking at that cursor blinking, blinking, blinking. Where your brain is saying, “Isn’t that a pretty leaf on the ground”. Or “Look – squirrel!!”.

You think you’re never going to break down that wall. But then all of a sudden, like the tiniest of shoots from a seed breaking the surface of the soil, a line manifests and then it grows. Soon you’ve got words filling up that space that was blank half an hour ago.

Some of you might, at this very moment, be facing that blank wall. What we need to do is look at the blank wall, clear our minds and let our inner creativity shoot to the surface, like that growth from the tiny seed. What we shouldn’t do is walk away, because then that blank wall will never be filled.

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