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An Untapped Well

“How do you write?” she asked me.


“What do you mean?” I asked her back.


“I try to write, but I can’t think of anything when I sit down to do it.”


“Oh . . . I just use my imagination.”


Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But, what if your imagination is empty?”


“That’s impossible,” I said.


She blinked at me, not saying anything.


“Your imagination has no limits. You can think of anything. And if you can’t think of anything, you do it anyway. You have an untapped well of creativity inside of you, and it’s dying to get out. Just listen to it. It’ll guide you. That’s the easy thing about writing, if you don’t know what to write about, you just make something up.”


“It’s not that easy,” she said.


“Of course it is.”


“You aren’t helping.”


“Someday, these words might help you.”


“. . . You just make it up as you go?”


“Sometimes.”


“Ugh, you’re exhausting.”


“You can do it. You can write. Anyone can. Creativity is a limitless natural resource. Believe you can and you can.”


CH 5/3/24

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