Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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Nothing is absolute.

It makes me mad when people judge a situation in absolutes


The bullies are picking on her so she must have done something to provoke them.
He doesn't have a job so he must be lazy.
This product is inexpensive so there must be something wrong with it.

We have a serious problem abusing the word and concept of "therefore." Saying it doesn't always make it so. An alleged cause does not always lead to a supposed effect.

I'm a huge believer in possibilities. There is never just one motivation for an action, or only one solution to a problem. That's what makes creativity and flexibility so important. Thinking inside the box is closing your off your mind from the world. A wise person knows that even at her most observant, she is ignorant of many things. Because in our myriad universe, there are tens of thousands of things that are too small to see, too intangible to feel, or too complicated to comprehend.

Todays stats:

health:poor - mood:panicked - weather:stormy
music:in it for life -sick puppies
"some people talk like they can't hear, some people walk but get nowhere"


a little study I may or may not commit to... curious to see how my current situation affects my writing. i miss those cute little livejournal emoticons that correspond to your moods- hehe

Monday, March 14, 2011

copy. write. infringment.

I find comfort in the safety of anonymity. It is the paranoia that surrounds me and keeps my thoughts safely to myself. And I wonder why there is more fear in sharing? What good do ideas do when locked inside, gathering dust and haunting the tired writer's mind.

These words that rattle and clamour against the skull like unsettled spirits. But these ghosts are mine. I am still too anxious to set them free.

I discover that writer's block comes in two forms: the absent genius and the possessive muse. The turn of phrase that gets past is not the first to be written. The best is kept for herself. Like a hen, she sits on her words waiting for brilliance to hatch.

Newborn, I will brand these letters. And the world will know they are mine.


- wit -