It was the 23rd of July, 2022. I did not know what I wanted to write.
While staring at my laptop on the white, unwritten Grammarly page, I imagined how, for example, the XIX century writers could stare at a white sheet of paper near a candle and not know what they wanted to write. I suppose that most bloggers and writers faced similar problems to mine, with the lack of creative inspiration. Usually, when I do not know what I want to write, I start to write anything that appears in my mind. That’s why I wrote a text about a white sheet of paper that I saw partially in my imagination and that was virtually in front of my eyes.
I do not expect that all my writings will be revealing. It is merely impossible. I wrote many things about imperfection here, on the www.adammazek.com website. I do not seek perfection in my creative activities. That’s why I know all my writings do not have to be perfect.
The same thing is with my pictures.
A white sheet of paper could scare most bloggers and writers. I am not an exception. The truth is that for more than a year, I’ve been writing one text daily. It is not the issue that I wait for the day when I won’t write anything. I think it is probably only a matter of time before such a day appears. Thus, I won’t cry when it happens. I am a prolific blogger and plan to be the one until the end of my life. Still, it does not mean I write one text daily until death. I will do my best to become the most prolific artist/blogger/photographer ever stomped on this planet, but it does not mean I will do it for the sake of doing it.
