So, for those unfamiliar, I am a bit of a creative. Doubt that? I'm sorry to guess that and possibly be right.
Well, what exactly do I do that is creative?
Well some know that I use to make Oblivion mods, but, that doesn't necessarily fall under any of the major types of the Arts.
So let's look at bigger picture arts and what I do. Right now I am a muscian. I make electronic music and now I am also a party DJ (small parties).
But I got something bigger to talk about.
Ever since I was young I loved writting. I remember I use to come hoem from (elementary) school with a composition notebook and a number 2 pencil (freshly sharpened) and I would just write. There was even a composition notebook I drew pictures to go with (granted, the images were terribly drawn).
Then I discovered the world of Word Processing, and I began a novel on Microsoft word. It took me 4 years to finish it, but eventually I finished it. I was in 8th grade I believe when it was done. It was utter rubbish, but I was proud to have finished it because all novels or books I had written before that one had never been completed.
Of course, when it comes to the childhood years, we learn and grow so much in such a short time, just one year is a big difference, so after the 4 years passed, I looked back at the early chapters and realized...they were utter rubbish!
(I would care to take a moment here to explain how I started writing the novel in the first place: It was some sort of new fad going around all the youngsters to draw comics. Well, at the time I had been outcast as the "dork" and so I did what I could to fit in and began drawing a comic. The little kids who drew comics finally accepted my comics and enjoyed my work. But I hated how limited I was, since my drawing skills were less than par, I couldn't accurately convey emotion how I wanted, and so I decided I was going to write a novel to go along with the comic...of course, eventually I gave up on the comic because it just sucked terribly. Back to the story at hand now;)
After realizing how terrible the work was, I decided to go back and edit it...during my editing processes, I had a dream. No this is not some cliche opening to an inspiring speech. I had a dream that was so realistic it inspired me to write again; not edit, but write.
And so, I began a second novel, completely dropping the novel I was in the midst of editing. Fast forward 4 years later (again), I was 250+ pages into the book that was inspired by a dream, and I was uninspired. I had written past what I had dreamt, and I couldn't come up with any more to keep the story flowing. The book had become cliche, and rather bland, and I knew this. And so, after months of trying to decided "what comes next?" I came up with an alternate solution. Since I was so frustrated with the turn I had taken with the book, I decided to scrap what I had written; all 250+ pages, and re-start.
I made 50 pages deep in a story I had no idea what I was doing with, and since I have not written on it, and have felt uninspired - again.
Just last night, though, another dream came to me. It was so realistic, the emotions were strong, the feelings I had are beyond my ability to describe in words. I found it weird, and I find myself addicted to this sensation I had. So much so I want to go back to sleep and hope I experience it again, but fortunately I have enough of a brain to know not to waste my time with such. No, I want to record it, so I don't ever forget...
It has been nearly a year since I last wrote, but I think I want to write again. I do not believe in signs from a hierarchy; some divine entity in the sky. I know dreams are simply a way for your mind to document and "file" and "sort" thoughts, ideas, and your education. Dreams are simply a visual representation of this. Most dreams we do not remember (we all dream though) as it is a necessary part for proper sleep, but this dream I remember. In almost (key word: almost) all cases, the dreams that people remember are the dreams that are interrupted. Many factors can cause us to interrupt a dream, but the best example would be waking up. But the dream I had was not interrupted.
The human mind is the most fascinating thing on Earth!
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