Writing your first ever blog post is, at least for me, an extremely daunting task. The blank “page” looks at me, and I look back. It stares at me. I stare back. “Hello, blank page! Please be kind and inspire me!” The page still says nothing. I glare at it defiantly, but nothing worth writing comes to mind, and it glares back at me, seeming to revel in its starkness, so I get up to go and make a coffee. Caffeine in hand, I sit back down at my PC. The page is as it was, white and pristine, but most obvious of all is that it will stay that way until my Mojo decides to come and play. Where does this “Mojo” of mine reside? How do I find this elusive creature when I need it most? As an art journaller and painter I really should know, but I don’t. Mostly it baffles me to distraction in its reticence to appear, yet at other times it startles me by suddenly rushing in out of nowhere. “Hey Mojo! Not that I’m unhappy to see you or anything, but where the hell did you pop up from?” I wish forlornly that it were a physical being so I could tap its phone number into my contact list. Wouldn’t THAT be a cool situation! Sitting in front of this blank page, I can imagine speed-dialling my Mojo (I mean who wouldn’t have it on speed dial?) and saying, “Come on over! We need to chat.”, and seconds later my head would be infused with arty/crafty ideas, or inspired words of wisdom, my fingers would flit wildly over the keys, always too slowly to write the thoughts that fly rampant throughout my brain, my mind, my heart – my being. But my Mojo isn’t around today, not yet at least, this blank space testament to its absence. So why blog if I can’t even write a simple intro? I love to write, but if I can’t even do that then why am I here? I’ll let you know, but only after my Mojo has paid me a visit.