The blank page: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship ‘To be a Shennachie’. Its mission: to explore new worlds, to seek out new life and civilizations, to boldly write as I’ve never written before…or something along those lines.
I didn’t really bring a map with me. Nor do I have a 5-year mission. This is a strange thing for me, since I am the sort of person who likes to always know where I am going and what I’m doing.
I built this ship because I need a home for my thoughts. I often stumble across ideas and stories…and then I have no place to put them. I want to talk about delicious new books, intriguing story sparks, ideas in general. But what I end up doing is just sitting on these thoughts like a broody hen on her eggs. These ideas won’t hatch unless I bring them out into the light.
But this won’t just be sweet relief. Launching into this massive blank page will be fun, but frightening. I’ll want to fill it up, but what will I say? I’ll learn to be bold, to just write anyway. It will be interesting to see where that takes me.
That’s why I’ve taken a rare risk, left my map behind and set out in a ship I hardly know how to drive. I want to forge a trail, and surprise myself at what I find along the way.