The blank page sometimes resists mightily the pen. Almost, the pristine surface – unmarred, unstained – is like a field of fresh snowfall that wants, above all, to remain untrodden.
What thought is worthy enough to disturb the peace and order of the tabula rasa? Like mindful speech, writing should improve the blank page. Most doesn’t.
There is an impulse to distraction – like a very mild l’appel du vide. It is a call to immerse the consciousness in a sea of banality (the internet). Like most bad impulses, if resisted then this, too, shall fade. With time (and adamant rejection), this impulse will join other such on the ash heap of thwarted, disordered, escapist tendencies.
Distraction wins when there is no better habit at the ready.
The better habit that should be always available is the habit of stillness. And stillness is that pristine surface of an undisturbed soul resisting, placidly, being marred.