The blank page, the most exciting and equally the most frightening thing to a new author. To this aspiring author, it was more the latter. He sat before the computer screen, the blank page staring menacingly back at him. This was it, his first blog entry as an aspiring author. His fingers poised over the keyboard…waiting for inspiration to come. The seconds passed. His fingers remained stationary, hovering just above the keys. He cleared his throat and shifted his position in the chair, and still nothing. He retracted his hands and stared determinedly at the screen. He rested his right hand on the desk and began tapping his fingers softly, feeling the gradual onset of anxiety. This was his first blog post, and he wanted it to be profound and to demonstrate his knowledge and ability as a writer. Why was this so hard? Now several minutes had passed and still the page was blank. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side. No ideas came to mind. What kind of an author can’t even write a simple blog entry? Another thought came to him: would anyone even read this blog once he did figure out what to write? He stood up and paced back and forth across the room. Perhaps inspiration would come if he moved around a bit. He made several laps across the room, but inspiration remained elusive. He paused and looked towards his desk. A baseball sat on the corner nearest him. He picked up the ball and turned it over in his hand. The logo read The Captains, a minor league that used to play in Shreveport Louisiana; his first baseball game. A smile spread across his face as the memory of the game came back to him. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No, he didn’t want this to be a sports blog. He replaced the ball and continued to pace. His mind reviewed all the websites that he’d perused over the past several weeks; many of them were specifically about how to write a blog. So many suggestions, but none of them seemed right for his first blog. He sat back down at the keyboard and tapped lightly on the keys. The blank page was still there, mocking his frustration. He wanted so badly to be a published author. To be stymied by something as simple as a blog entry was disheartening. He took another deep breath and looked at screen. His fingers again poised above the keys. He pushed one, then another. Before long he’d formed an entire word on the screen. He hit the spacebar, and continued typing. When he finally stopped typing and looked over what’d he’d written he realized that writing a blog was just like writing a short story or novel. It starts with typing one word at a time. As daunting as an eight hundred page novel is at the beginning, you start by typing the first word. Now…what would he write about next week?