the breeze stirs the plants set in terracotta pots and ruffling the leaves. a cold wind blows off the snow, frost settling in on berries and flowers. labels are buried under frozen water, soon to be rewritten.
For Day Eight of Writing 101: the letter. Dearest Creativity I have yet to decide if you're my best habit or the worst. You have this awesome habit of hanging around me, and I think you're the reason behind 99% of why I question things. What if is my favourite one, I'm sure you know.… Continue reading Letter to a Habit
I will tell you now, I don't generally do photo challenges. I don't know why - I don't have any special disdain of photos. I suppose it's because I look at things with a writer's eye, not a photographer's eye. When I see something, I find myself composing a description, not a composition. However, I… Continue reading The Muse
The other day I posted regarding whether or not creative writing can be taught. Today I’m going to think about the opposite. I spoke to a classmate the other day; just randomly asked what she thought. She was of the opinion that creative writing can be taught. She went on to say how she has… Continue reading Please, Do Teach Me Creativity
My lecturer the other day started class with a sort of opinion poll. She asked, can creative writing be taught? My immediate response – mentally, as I’m not one to speak up much in class – was no, it can’t. It seemed some of my classmates agreed with me; one girl said she thought creativity… Continue reading You Can’t Teach Me Creativity