scratching my way…

More-often-than-not…I haven’t a clue how to begin a new piece.

Big blank piece of paper + huge hunk of wood + journal page + computer screen = scary shit.

I don't have a starting gate with a gun or the intro notes of a song.  I rarely have the grace of simply knowing. Sometimes I have a vision – which is more often a gut feeling than a crystal clear path.  I never have step-by-step instructions.  BUT begin I must.

Maybe I’ll begin more than once – which is better than not beginning at all.  I just have to make a mark, or a cut, or a sentence.  Gather a bit of gumption and scratch my way…