White. White stretching all around me. Nothing but WHITE. It stretched on for eternity in every direction. Snow, but not cold. Bright, but not blinding.
I was lost, I was trapped. I didn’t know where to go, where to turn. I shouted for help but no one could hear me. I was alone in this alien landscape with no hope of rescue.
I could start walking, but with no change around me, how would I know I was actually moving? The white… The white everywhere… My world for a speck, a dot of color, a black spot. I would do anything for it. That spark, something to let me know I wasn’t alone, that I wasn’t lost as I believed myself to be.
White. Everywhere white. Nothing in any direction. Nothing to guide me, nothing to help me, nothing to motivate me, I might as well never move again from this spot.
Lost. White. Everywhere. Nothing to fill it, an emptiness unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
I shook my head and forced myself to focus on something other than the white.
The white page.
The blank white page of paper.
The blank white Word document on the screen in front of me.
Sometimes the hardest part of NaNoWriMo is simply beginning to fill the overwhelming white space.
I took a deep breath, poised my keys over the keyboard, and began to type…
“White. White stretching all around me….”