My Musings on Creativity and Critque

I know what it's like, to live without knowing where I'm going. I wonder when I'm going to get there and how. I wonder what I will wear and how I'll make up for any time I lose along the way. I wonder the age old question, what is the meaning of life? I seek to find answers though I know I may never find them. I often begin a story by making something up. However, part of my transformation into the adulthood of writing has included the loss of imagination for the cold, hard, and ever concrete evidence. This is how I know I've spent way too much time writing in schools. I haven't lost my creativity, it is just buried away. Hiding.

I believe that when one starts to talk about their writing, they get an idea of what it is to others. The process becomes something that others make their own. When one talks about her own writing to a group of other people she can determine their reactions and if critique is asked for it will surely be received. One thing people never have a problem doing is stating their own opinion.