# The Creative Mind

Oh no. We have to write during the holidays, don’t we? Cue the angry stares and pitchforks from the murderous writing mob.

... our culture’s childhood trauma stories are not private anomalies but common societal failures that implicate all of us.

What had suddenly seemed like the perfect way to not ruin my career made me now feel insane. I had to find a way out.

Consider this my Emergency Service Announcement for Writers. Take it, leave it, or tell me to piss off, but someone needs to say it.

Within this little port I’ve found moments of being that I haven’t found elsewhere.

Everything I loved about the process evaporated, replaced by bone-aching exhaustion that induced a mixture of nausea and the constant threat of tears.

The soul under that stone has no name. At least not one anyone remembers.

Is it fear that I can’t do it anymore? That I overpromise results and then freeze in fear that I can’t fulfill that promise?

As a writer, though, I am troubled by this trend of telling people what they can and can’t write.

I learned something that day. Genuinely. And it's a lesson I want you all to apply to your writing, too.

OK isn’t good enough for me and shouldn’t be for you either. The idea is to send out your best work, and YOU need to be hard enough on yourself to be the ultimate judge of that.

Every decision we had to make for our own careers became a fight, and every fight became a huge question of whether we were going in the same direction.

But the way I see it, all fiction originates as fan fic in one way or another.

This is how I will heal what two years in L.A. have done to me.

... if we’re not doing the thing that makes us tick, are we really living to our potential and sending the right message to those that might be watching and emulating?