7.3.11

"Crystalize Your Conscience"

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Sea Blue
Sam Bradley

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(feel free to substitute 'writing' with your gifting)

Sometimes my mind races so quickly regarding this that it's no wonder I've rendered myself unable to write creatively. Writing seems an epic feat, that only few are chosen to operate in. We have turned the mere concept of an art form into something as tenebrous as a conversation with an extra-terrestrial. 'It's simply too special for me...What would I come up with that's of any worth?' We've all probably overrun our minds with these kinds of questions as we wait for the mythical muse to show up, possessing our fingers, and causing words to appear like magic.

Well, sometimes the muse shows up, and other times, it seems, we must drive it out! Little inklings begin to seep out of our imaginations as we give up the reasons why we can't speak in our own voices, sit down and write. It might be gibberish at first, but you'll see. It'll become something really beautiful, and truthfully the gibberish itself is the beauty. It means at the risk of writing nonsense, you travailed through it anyway.

(Sea Blue is quite a beautiful acoustic song to listen to. Write something chimerical to it)



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