The blank page stares back with it’s constant challenge of you can’t fill me, I wont let you.
Nothing comes to mind the page is winning it’s battle to stay blank.
The stare down continues until at last the first words form, marring the blank page.
Soon the page is screaming and trying to stop the words, but they pour forth nonetheless.
Finally the last line is written on this page and the battle begins anew as another blank page tries to stop the words from covering it.
The writer refuses to let the blank page stop the words.
Twenty pages are now full and the writer knows they can best any blank page, no matter how loudly the page screams that it wants to stay blank.
Some pages fill faster and easier than others, but they all get filled in the end.