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Okay, this is the first thing I’ve typed at my desk in the new office. God, the room is huge. It’s so big compared to any other office I’ve ever had that it’s a little intimidating. Such a large space, that it makes me feel like I should have put a cubby hole somewhere where I could hide. My music is playing. It’s the same desk. The same computer and keyboard, but the wall in front of me is blank. I haven’t moved my sticky notes over yet. I think once I do that it will feel more like my wall. Though, I used to have walls this blank at the beginning of every book, until I ran out of wall space. I actually have so many sticky notes for future books that they were beginning to encroach on the area above the main desk. Which was one of the reasons to build the big, blank walls. So I’d have enough room to think. But I’ve been crowded for so long by my ideas, that a blank wall is sort of unnerving. I’ll move the sticky notes that have to do with the book I’m currently working on over the desk tomorrow. I’ll have enough room to move the notes that are other books to a different section of wall that I can’t see from my desk. I’ll move over the Merry notes, and even have room for the section of sticky notes that is neither series. They’d been regulated to the hallway outside my old office. I had literally used up all my wall space. Now I have more wall space. I wonder how long it will take me to fill this up? I remember when I moved into the old office, the biggest space I’d had to date, that I thought it was big enough. I’d never fill up all that wall space. Boy, was I wrong. So I don’t look at all this space and say I’ll never fill it up. I know better now. But tonight it is empty and smooth and hopeful. Sometimes a blank page is intimidating, but sometimes it feels exciting because I wonder, what will I fill it up with?