Great post here! Reminds me a lot of myself and some of the thought processes that I have when trying to think up writing gold as opposed to when the gold finds me when not even trying to be creative.
This doesn’t happen to me anymore. But through my latter years of high school and my first few years of college, the one time I was guaranteed to be inspired was when I was driving. I’d switch lanes and suddenly a line pop into my head. With one hand, I’d pull a pen from my purse, and whenever I stopped at a red light I scribbled, as quickly as I could, on my arm, praying that the light would not change. At those moments, I seemed to catch all the green lights. When I arrived home, I transcribed the words scrawled across my skin, desperate to find that spark I felt when I was getting off the freeway. What I was able to save seemed to die on the page, in that rush to catch the muse’s words I missed something and that magic was lost.
As of late, I’ve…
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