The experience of trying to think of something to write about is quite unusual for me. I am rarely in that position, facing a blank page and having nothing to put on it. I find myself there now. Writing fiction is much easier--a few characters pop up in your mind, they speak to you, tell you little bits and pieces about themselves. You begin to write, and two or three pages in the characters grab the reigns from you and go off on their own. It's almost as if spirits are speaking through you, telling their own stories through your pen. It's a wondrous feeling, weaving webs, making connections, bringing an entirely fictional being to a semblance of life. Having others read these fictional lives, having people believe them for that moment. It comes naturally, it is something I really do not have to put much thought into. Now sitting here trying to think of something to write is an entirely different thing altogether...but in retrospect I think I did a decent enough job just now.
Alright, then, off you go.
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