I’m glad to report that even now, at this late day, a blank sheet of paper holds the greatest excitement there is for me—more promising than a silver cloud, prettier than a little red wagon. It holds all the hope there is, all fears. I can remember, really quite distinctly, looking a sheet of paper square in the eyes when I was seven or eight years old and thinking, “This is where I belong, this is it.”
— E. B. White
I listened to you on All the Wonders podcast. What fun to hear your voice again! The conversation was wonderful. Thanks for keeping me in tune with my writer-self.
Thank you, Margaret! I hope you get special time this summer to work on your writing.
Never heard that E.B. White quote before, and what a beautiful photo!