Tag: Writing

It used to begin with a pause that felt both familiar and faintly uncomfortable, the kind that arrives when you sit down with the intention to write and are met by nothing but an empty page and the quiet expectation that you will somehow fill it. There was often a moment of stillness before anything happened, a brief negotiation between intention and uncertainty, during which you might type a sentence, hesitate, delete it, and begin again, or perhaps abandon the attempt altogether for a few minutes in favour of a cup of tea and the hope that clarity would return with it.