Blog 1

Creative writing. I am in awe of it, if I am to be completely honest. I thought that, after such a long while, I would still be able to harness whatever was left of my creative impulses into a story idea. Or even a few lines of each paragraph, just enough to help fill in the key moments of the story. These inspirations did not come, I was alone without the best parts of my brain. I have found that brains often do this. They care for us, nurture us as we develop, and then, as soon as we really need them, they move out. My conclusion? Your brain is a terrible roommate. All it does is make you watch TV and sit around reading books. Then, when you need some of its spontaneity, it gives you this blank stare from the spaces behind your eyeballs as if to say, “Uh, dude. I think all of those Nick at Night reruns did something funny to my thinkermajiggy. Sorry, bro.” My brain is a total dick. So my story is lame. Frankly, I am a bit relieved I was able to write anything at all. The best stories are the ones that move you as you write them. They are the stories that consume you. I was just looking for a way out in this one.