Duly “moved to act; spurred; incited”/”inspired”, I wrote this (which took me forever to share here with you, but hey, it’s every bit as relevant now in the throes of NaNoWriMo as it was many moons ago).
It’s not that first line that’s so hard. It’s the second.
A first line can go anywhere;
It’s the step that brings you to the crossroads, all paths spread out before you.
The second step is the commitment.
It’s the choosing; the saying, “This is the road I’ll follow, to whatever end.”
“The End” is the easiest line to write, and the hardest line to get to;
So many lines lie between the opening and close.
It’s the second line that requires determination; the third line, even more than that…
The starting is easy. Anyone can start a thing (though not all will),
But seeing it through? Continuing on? Walking step by step, writing line by line, no stopping, no excuses ‘til journey’s completion?
Far easier to amass a collection of beginnings, no endings in sight.
So much simpler to pen a quote than a novel.
A blank page intimidates less than the opening phrase followed by, “Now what?”
Now come the missteps. Now come the stumbles. Now the erased graphite and scratched-out scribbles of the pen.
Now we see the marks of our mistakes, and now we fear.
Now we know how little we know.
Now we wonder how much we have to give, and how much of this we can take.
It takes a lot to mar a pristine page beyond the words of which of you’re sure,
To creep and crawl, and trip and fall, and double back until you find your way.
To cross the starting line is easy.
Now for the finish line.
Feeling prompted, anyone? I invite you to share your response!