Few things are as daunting as a blank page or an empty screen, the sheer weight of expectation lurking in all that white space can be crushing. It’s a heaviness that settles in your chest, threatens to cramp your fingers, daring you to prove you have the words, that you’ve still got it, whatever it even is. During times of grief, illness, burnout, or sheer loneliness—that challenge can feel like too much. I can’t count the days I’ve opened a word document, stared at the blinking cur...
