The Satiated Mind

As a writer, or any artist, striking a hesitant mark on a blank canvas calls for immense courage. They are words...letters placed cohesively, coherently, one in front of the other. We may have been told we do it well, we may have been told perhaps, to our horror, that it is something we should do more of. Yet all the while we wonder, will our letters offend? Will they clasp hands and bounce elegantly, rhythmically upon the page or will they step clumsily upon the other's foot to the amusement of millions? We are the choreographers, the composers, the painters, the chefs, the engineers and the directors of words. These happen to be mine. I must now concede, that in order to purge my satiated mind, apprehension, fear, doubt and insecurity must also vie for space? To be well received is a comfort, but I cannot allow it to be my incentive.