Basically, a self-exile into writing.
Maybe I'll discover that all I needed was to be forced into my mind again to drag my inspiration out kicking and screaming so I can chain it to the page. Or maybe I'll find out inspiration can't be forced otherwise your writing will end up resenting you, boycotting the page picket signs and all. Either way, I need to see if there really is a method to the madness of writing. Or if the method is there is none at all.
First assignment: a friend of mine told me that her aunt, a creative writing teacher, often asks her students to choose a piece of music to listen to and then write whatever the music brings to mind to turn into a creative writing piece. I decided that was an easy enough place to start.
I chose this live performance of "Concrete Wall" by Zee Avi
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I think it's so beautiful on its own but it will be interesting to see if I can bring my own work out of hers. Here's to hoping this works...or is at least a good start.
Until next time.
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