Tabular rasa

The worst part is always the beginning, the blank page, the tabular rasa. All that white space to fill. Vast, empty space stretching out as far as the screen can scroll.

So to make a start. Like footprints in fresh snow. It is not my intention to write here every day or even every week. I think of this space as a kind of sounding board. When the muse strikes I’ll visit and perhaps pen a few sentences or perhaps just go back and edit old entries.

What’s the Latin for filled tablet?