This blog is the most creative thing I’ve ever done, publicly.

I have ideas running through my head day in and out, but I’m never sure how to execute them. I don’t know if it’s my fear or failing or I just slack the motivation to even make it happen. I think it’s a mix of both, honestly. Anything with books and words and just getting it out there is enough for me. I used to be so creative and I would draw and write and want to learn how to make music and suddenly it just disappeared from me. I don’t know if my life got in the way or I let my light die out. I look at all the beautiful creations people are making and I think to myself, “I could do that.”

I began to read again and I even started writing again. I remind myself that I now have this to let my thoughts out when I need to, even if they don’t make any sense at all.

It’s not always meant to make sense.

Creating in any form, for me, has been an amazing outlet. When I’m feeling an emotion and can’t explain it properly or work through it myself, I incorporate it into one of my characters. It helps me realize that emotion is real and it’s okay to work through it the way I need to. It allows me to feel it instead of digging a hole and shoving that feeling in there before it explodes.

My momma is the only one who I’ve ever shared my work with and she’s my momma. She’s supposed to be supportive even if I suck.

Creating has brought me back to where I last left myself. I’m ready to take her back and guide her in a new light.

-K.