Cafe-au-Lait

I don't normally drink coffee anymore. Look it up. The Mystery of the Caffeinated Me is quite a fun true story. But now that November is quickly approaching (not fast enough because my creative fingers are dancing over the keyboard in anticipation), I feel that coffee inspiration is like a kick to jumpstart my creativity. Even with a splash of caffeine in my decaf coffee, I'm inspired.

I rearranged my desk this weekend--twice. Originally, it sits in my bedroom, facing the wall under the vast window. I feel boxed in some days. I have to twist and turn to look behind me and see any form of life. Completely turning it around with my back to the window proved to make me feel trapped and constricted nevermind the fact that anyone walking into my room acts as if they are stepping into an office and they ask me for a raise. Next step? Sit beside the window and stare at the closet door. It works. I was able to pound out 5 pages this weekend. It is a very small start but I'll take it!

Now, I must sit on my hands before November. Let's hope the coffee keeps me from scribbling out "ideas" which turn into chapters. Ha!

Psychology of Creative Writing

I use to write about the chase and the thrill of the excitement.
Now, I write about the psychology of the struggles of regret and tormenting secrets.
I love writing the psychology of it all. And I find it very difficult to go back to mainstream or pop art.
My stories are darker, full of secrets and have much more heart. They scare, excite and make me sick. I love it.
Maybe that was why I chose psychology and creative writing at college.