The blank page, and the feeling that such an expanse of potent emptiness can exhibit, are familiar to almost everyone. Writers, of course, poeticise it, as writers tend to do, but work is work. The blank page is perfect. It is a book about doing the thing you desire to do, even if the idea of doing that thing paralyses and nauseates you. It translates easily to writing, because the blank page pushes it up from your diaphragm until it compresses your throat.

Source: The Irish Times January 24, 2018 06:00 UTC