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Kick-starter

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Parts 23
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I've recently found that a good way to start my mind to flow, especially when I'm not in the mood to write, is to be given a kick-starter. With that I mean: An idea, a sentence, a quote. Once I see this I write freely and from there my mind begins to reveal what I really want to express. So these are my kick-starters. 
Some of these are taken from my Creative Writing class, or school, or from this amazingly cool writing book I found at Books-A-Million, or my own thoughts. Some of these are good, some bad, some don't make sense. But in the end, they kick-started my creative mind. I hope you enjoy!
(The picture, if you are too lazy to depict it on your own, basically has some form of meaning to myself. I am just a girl, too tired most times, with a bunch of 'fishes' swimming around inside my head all day, and sometimes I have to work to lift the bowl from my head and let all the fishes out.)All Rights Reserved

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