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.
YOU ARE READING
Random excerpts from my brain
De TodoSo sometimes (a lot of times) my brain likes to poop random things out onto a page, so I decided why not share all the randomness here