Random excerpts from my brain

Playing Pretend

I'll admit it, I am a fourteen year old girl who plays pretend. Yes, it may sound a bit silly, but it's fun. The thing is, I do do it differently than most little kids. I don't just find a doll and pretend I'm it's mommy, I create complex characters and plots and villains that you can actually understand why they're attacking the hero. Then, I cast myself in a roll and play the part in an epic improvised play where all the other characters live inside my brain.

The oddest part of it all, I didn't even realize how complex my pretend stories are until now, and I've never thought about how they'd probably make a fairly good plot line for a book. Not that I'm going to write a book anytime soon, but it's a cool thought.

For the longest time I was attempting to force my creativity somewhere it didn't want to go. Because of this, I could never think of anything. I might have a single idea, but it could never grow because I was forcing it. Of course, I didn't know I was doing this, so I became convinced that I simply wasn't as creative as I thought. Now, I see I was trying to fit a square peg through a round hole, and that the creativity was there, just in a different form.

I guess what I'm trying to say here is don't let go of your inner 5 year old; it may be trying to tell you something.