I write for many reasons. The most pleasurable is the power of creation that words hold. However, sometimes I write because I am being plagued by ideas that I can’t seem to get rid of in any other way. When this happens, writing is essentially a catharsis. The results are often somewhat dark or rant-ish. Considering how mad this world of ours is becoming, this seems to be the form my writing has taken most often recently … which kind of takes all the fun out of the process. I want to get back to the simple joy of creating, both for the mental health benefits and so I can maybe actually FINISH some of the writing projects I have started.
I was looking at this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups prompt with this motive in mind, and …
drew a complete blank.
Determined, I put my thinking cap on, or … more correctly … took my thinking cap OFF, and slept on it. My subconscious kicked in, resulting in this bit of creative nonsense: