Is writing as a coping mechanism something that only I do? I’m not talking about journal entries or similar types of writing. I am talking about poetry, fiction, and the like. Poetry is definitely a great coping tool for me…especially when I’m angry, upset, or depressed. It allows all of that to just flow out of me and then I feel so much lighter. Fiction takes me out of my current surroundings and circumstances. It opens up everything for me…my mind, my heart, and even my expectations. It makes me feel hopeful. It lets me see all of these possibilities that are out there for me. It makes me happy. It’s like shining a light into darkness…everything was there before the light but we just weren’t able to see it. Life is like that. Just about anything is possible if we take the time to see and realize it. When I’m writing, my mind tends to wander at times and it takes me to places that I don’t think I would have thought of otherwise. Creativity is like a spark plug in our brain. You have a thought and that single spark causes the entire brain to come alive in new ways. It takes you in new directions which lead to more ideas and more sparks. My problem is that I tend to let my brain idle after that happens for me. I don’t always take full advantage of that spark and everything that it can lead to and generate. If I did, I’d probably be a published author by now instead of struggling to finish Rapture. I used to use the excuse that I couldn’t write without that spark but I figured out that you can jumpstart your brain if you really do want to create. The majority of our excuses are just that…excuses. You want to be a writer so you sit your ass down in that chair and write. Don’t talk about your muse being fickle or not being inspired. Sit down and write anything until you feel that spark fire in your brain and then really start writing. We can do this…we always could. We just have to make up our minds to do it. And not give up!
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