I guess there must be an entry or entrée (be it just a modest stepping in with your eyes cast down, or a big TaDaa-type)  for everyone at some point. 

Mmm. Not easy.

And the hardest moment - although also somehow pretty, virginal and pure - is when there is a blank page greeting you and you know there should be something. Anything, but preferably something worthwhile.

I know there are people who don´t get bothered by blanks, but i am one of those who see a blank and shiver: "Whiteness...and i will be the one to smudge that..." 

Heheh...the good old  Coal Girl That was a name i gave myself when i was still young. "Touch me. Take me in Your hands, use me."

Yes, I always provided a tool, but had no skill in producing anything meaningful. Until I became His.  Master is the Artist, the Creator, and thus will it be here as well. He is not a Man of written words, even if there is nothing more beautiful in the world  than what He has written about Himself here in His profile. He is Perfect. He is so true.  There is no exaggeration, no fake of any kind in His words :) 

 He has taken me to be His, and given this slim lump of charcoal a life and that Life is the source of anything that may end up here.

The entrée is made.