You’ll see me use the word creative so often.
For I look to find the ways in which to be uninterrupted, creatively uninterrupted.
I do not know what you may think of this constant need to go on and on and on about something I seem to have already bored you with enough. This must be tiring. Utterly repetitive. Why must I knock a door, the same door, so frequently? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with YOU for bearing this sort of loony behaviour?
The limitless mind left limited.
what is your fixation?
p.s. this post was not an excuse for sherlock gifs. i promise.
I suppose we humans have a weird converter fitted in our brains that works unpredictably. A converter that can do wonders OR just grind your gears like a worn out machine that refuses to die. The converter that converts mere electrical impulses, running faster than the Flash, to human understandable tiny, magical shapes we call “words”.
That to me is what any sort of writing, or even creativity in its entireness, is all about. Simply getting your converter to do its job as beautifully as possible.
Conversion is what matters
After all we’re all bubbling with genius things within our brains yet only a few can get the world to witness it with them.
This is where inspiration comes in. You see, inspiration is like a gym trainer that gets this shabby converter into shape and in doing so leaves its imprint, certifying it ready for conversion.
And perhaps when you access your converter and look deeply enough, you might just spot the bumper sticker(s) of certification stuck to the foundations as well as an open entrance to a gym, forever in service for when you need it.