Blank Pages

Is there anything more daunting to a writer than a blank page? I am going to try and multi-task for a minute and write something here while part of my brain tries to figure out how to start my latest spreadsheet. God, I hate spreadsheets.

I started off with hand written notes and now I am itching to put it in a Word doc. It’s just more busy work and a blatant excuse to avoid Excel once again. Why haven’t they invented some sort of brain scanner yet to just dump what’s in my head onto paper? I just can’t see the right organization yet in my mind.

Maybe I am just letting my frustration of other things take up too much space in my head today. It’s been one of those days where trying to track down information all leads back to me to figure out. What is the point of having resources to go to when all they do is shrug their shoulders, tell me to ask 6 other people, or tell me they are looking to me to figure it out?

There are just a lot of tiny pieces to this giant puzzle we are trying to put together. Right now if feels like one of those 3-D puzzles that people just stare at forever trying to find the dinosaur or wolf on a mountain or whatever. As I recall, it took me awhile to get the hang of how to see what I was supposed to see. There’s a lesson there somewhere, I’m sure.

Today I feel like I am looking at the blank page titled “cow in a snow storm.”

Moo….