Lately, the need for creativity has been strong...
They don't understand. They've never re-written a book ten times trying to make it better every time. They roll their eyes when I come up with crazy stories or make an insane design. They judge, whether or not they mean to.
Creativity, at least to me, is about being so driven to make what you love and see it flourish with love. If you've never experienced it, you can't understand the magic of creativity. People don't understand why I write. It's hard to explain my fascination with pairing fonts and colors together for a design. They can't phantom why I would have a blog when my life isn't very interesting.
And I let it get to me. I'm quiet about my books and I get really shy when people in my real life start talking about my blog. I feel like this blog is this huge big secret among my friends....
because they don't understand.
Someday, I want to be able to look back on my life and see the things that happened to me in high school and college. I look at my blog as my diary. I look at my book as my secret life that I was I could have.
I struggle with the want to be accepted and the need to create.
I'm a conflicted creative.