It freaks me out, if I'm honest. Staring at a blank page knowing I have to turn it into something is slightly terrifying. But I have to write. There is just no choice in the matter. There is something in my mind that just takes to words so strongly, and craves to construct them in... Continue Reading →
My creativity intimidates me. It sounds backwards and odd when I actually write it out, but it's true. Something that used to be my escape is now something I fear. But I don't think it's necessarily the creativity or the writing (in my case) themselves that incite this fear; it's the potential for failure. In... Continue Reading →
Word Oasis 