anecdotal experience
Recently, I discovered a little fragment of my past, from a time before I can remember. It was a booklet of only a few pages, individually taped together, including the tab meant to peel the first length from the roll. Good one, me.
I wrote the words in pencil, the handwriting near illegible, and the pictures drawn in crayon: terribly. In short, it was about my cat. I was a child. Don't judge. Just an insignificant moment captured in pencil and crayon so I would never forget.
It had to be years later that I put pencil to paper again. I wrote my first story at my sister's suggestion to fill the boredom of our March Break. But finding that booklet was like unearthing my own origin story. There were no radioactive spiders or scary bats in wells. Just a moment of inspiration from everyday life.
That's what writing is to me. Turning the everyday into something magical, that can live on beyond the smallest moment.
I wrote the words in pencil, the handwriting near illegible, and the pictures drawn in crayon: terribly. In short, it was about my cat. I was a child. Don't judge. Just an insignificant moment captured in pencil and crayon so I would never forget.
It had to be years later that I put pencil to paper again. I wrote my first story at my sister's suggestion to fill the boredom of our March Break. But finding that booklet was like unearthing my own origin story. There were no radioactive spiders or scary bats in wells. Just a moment of inspiration from everyday life.
That's what writing is to me. Turning the everyday into something magical, that can live on beyond the smallest moment.
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They say creativity is an endless well.
I'm sure I didn't just come up with that. But the deeper the well, the deeper you have to reach to get anything during a drought. There are times when you might feel like there's nothing there, but just keep reaching. Lower that bucket to depths you didn't know existed. You'll find the water, and that first taste of it after so long will drive your thirst for more. |
