The Art of Words

by Kurt Cagle

It's blank slate time. Anyone who's ever written for a living knows what I'm talking about. Before you is a piece of paper or a computer screen, marred perhaps only by the faint blinking line delimiting the carat. An infinite number of potentialities, yet the moment that you touch pen to paper or hand to keyboard those potentialities become reduced, the potential becoming the real. That is perhaps the real joy of writing or programming - in both cases you are dealing with the pure act of creation, making from the myriad possibilities the very real (and by nature, flawed) application, idea or concept.