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The blank page - a writer's dilemma and worst nightmare, a bright, crisp sheet that is always a daunting task for the lonely person who sits in front of it with a pencil poised. Though this sheet is such a small space in the vast world, the sheer blankness of it can envelop the writer in one instant.

Such is the author's lonely lot - to fill this unfilled space of clean whiteness that seems to reach and stretch to oblivion. One would very well think that the writer would turn from her task and leave this blank page forever, abandoning it to time to collect dust without a single pencil mark on it. But for this very reason the author cannot turn away or cease to write, for in some way she is eternally linked to the blank page; it is her sole purpose as an author. It is part of her; she must fill the page.

It is her calling to fill all of the page, but, lo, the completion of one page only opens the way for another blank sheet. This is an author's lot, this never-ending stream of blankness never fully satisfied or finished. And yet so many travel down this path of blank pages and poised pencils; many try to fill the pages with their words. Oh, so many try.

But it takes a special person to truly fill a page. So many write words of grandeur and pomp, but there is no gravity in them so they are resigned to the great pile of lonely words written but meaning nothing. A true author's words must flow from the heart and not solely her mind.

Then there is the reason. A true author does not mind the never-ending pile of pages no matter how blank because it is all worth it; no matter the disappointments or the loneliness, the author knows that she is meant to be writing because the blank page is where she belongs.