To get over the intimidation of a blank piece of paper, I usually do something to make the piece messy. In many cases, I use the page as a journal. Sometimes the words I write mean a lot, sometimes they mean very little–but what is most important is that I put it out into the world for anyone to read and see.
In this piece, titled The Beginning of a Water Shortage (I am so Rhetorically Flourished), the writing begins in the middle of the drawing and leaps into the corners and edges of the page. The words move in a way that guides your eye to an unfolding story with letters and words.
Today, I can hardly read what I wrote; somehow I believe that the illegibility of the words is a good thing!