Creativity is the underbelly of my existence. As a writer, I am constantly translating into beautiful words the memories, revelations, and relationships that color my world. To increase my writing prowess, I have made it a point to write in a diary for a minimum of 20 minutes every night. The deeper into the night, the more lucid my thoughts, and thus, my writing, become. The English language has enraptured me from childhood. In fact, I can recall with perfect clarity the moment I realized my affinity to writing. In 3rd grade, under the school board's iron fist, all students in my grade were required to complete a standardized writing prompt, something about a fantasy world. Putting my pencil to the lined paper, I drifted "into the zone," and completely lost myself in my story, a whimsical tale about a girl riding a boat through a sea of marshmallows. I swear I could feel electricity sparking in my veins. Since that fateful writing assignment, narrative and creative writing has shelved a special place in my heart, and I still drift into that electric state of pure creative energy when I transfer my ideas into words.
Ah, re-reading this, I realize I've written so little. The nail-biting, enough-is-never-enough-perfectionist brewing inside of me cannot ever quite relax and just write words without feeling the overwhelming urge to nitpick.
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