Whenever someone mentions creativity, my eyes instantly light up. The ability to express what occurs in my mind, put to paper the worlds and events that take place, brings a certain joy unparalleled to anything else this world offers. It’s as if I can see things- worlds unseen by others. If I don’t get them out, my mind might burst with the multitude of universes that build up inside. Ideas flow endlessly to where I feel more in a fictional world than reality. The characters I create are so vivid it’s as if I can speak to them.

Sometimes, however, my mind is blocked. I can’t think of what to write next. My pen grows dry, my mind blank. The events seem to simply lead to a dead end, but that’s when I listen. If I’m quiet enough, if I stop my own thoughts from shouting out the others’, the characters will tell me what to write. They will tell me what to say.

A messenger doesn’t deliver the story he wishes, he delivers the story he is told. The characters tell me what to write. I am a messenger. I can only write what they tell me. Therefore, I must develop a relationship with them and learn to communicate with them as well as with those in reality… if not better. I must listen to my own mind and let it speak to me. The words on this page were written not by me. It was written by a thought, a vision, a feeling. That’s where all actions flow from- the mind. And that’s what creativity is to me: the expression of what occurs within.