Writer’s Block

Please don’t tell me you don’t know anything about this.  Anyone who’s tried to transfer thoughts to keyboard (or good old paper) knows what I’m talking about.  It happens to the best…and to the “far from the best.”  When I sit staring at a blank page, feeling I have nothing to say (or anything that any sane human would want to read), I recall the words of Ernest Hemingway.  He and I share the same date of birth, and he celebrated (as only he could!) my arrival on his 47th birthday.  Here is what he wrote in A Moveable Feast:

“But sometimes when I was started on a new story and I could not get going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made.  I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence.  Write the truest sentence you know.’  So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.  It was easy then because there was always one true sentence that I knew or had seen or had heard someone say.”

The truest sentence I can write this morning is, “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”


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