The limitless possibilities of the blank page

I remember the pure promise, or so it seemed to me, with which my school jotters were imbued. The start of a new term, fresh ideas, discoveries to be made, and the responsibility of filling all those ruled or squared pages, narrow feint and margin, with neat, correct answers and - in all subjects - 'good work'. Alongside the desire to acquire knowledge and to do well was, subconsciously I think, the wish to create a satisfying body of work; to have produced by the end of the year something worth reading, and to have by way of decoration to those carefully handwritten pages, a few 'V.G.'s and gold stars to mark those small achievements.

So, with pencils finely sharpened, and pens arranged parallel to the edge of the desk, I shall open the book at page one and begin.

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[dovegreyreader]

Welcome to blog world, the colour of that cornflower has me mesmerised already and I'm looking forward to dropping in here.
Have a gold star for taking the plunge:-)