Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The Blank Cup Syndrome
A few weeks ago I mentioned that I had received this great gift from a dear friend. A Starbucks mug that you write your very own statement on it with this porcelain pen then you bake it for a few minutes and voilà a custom made mug. Now if you know anything about me, you know how much I adore my coffee and the mug is just as important for the experience as the brew itself. That mug was given to me two Christmas's ago. I have yet to write anything on that mug! I drink from that mug every day. I literally use that mug for hours each and every day. It truly is my favourite. It is the perfect weight. Holds the ideal volume that I can comfortably consume before it gets cold. The handle fits my hand like a glove. Yet it's blank. Each day I ask myself what I should write on it. At this point I joke that it should say "I can't commit".
Days and months pass and I don't write the millions of things that I ruminate on, here in this blog. My Facebook statuses have largely dried up. I never really cared one wit for Twitter. My brain is busting with all that I have to say and yet...it's like I'm a font miser. I just can't make myself commit to a written word.
Doesn't bode well for the women who once had the ambition to write a novel. Likely the same reason why this trained artist can't commit to paint. Blank Page. Gaping up at me. Taunting me. Pinching me and proclaiming that no one would be interested in that thought. That thought is too provincial. That thought is too pregnant.
The cup sits in the sink taunting me.
Posted by Katie at 10:42 PM