Just the facts, man.

That's how it works right? But sometimes facts aren't enough. I need more. I need more.

The pen quivers beneath my grasp, the words necessary to breathe life to this blank canvas escape me, forcing me to dig down into the unfrequented corners of my mind for wisdom, nuggets of truth, or inane ramblings...or all three.

Shoot. This bio is due in seven hours and here I am huddled in a cold basement awaiting inspiration, mind whirring at the speed of light with nothing in the way of progress visible on the horizon.

I begin to jot down ideas, where I began, to jog memories of how to begin this autobiography. This is silly, I say to myself... Whose idea was this anyway? Why can't I just live? Why can't I just be?

This world I live in, rich in inspiration, fails me in its vast complexity, an overabundance of stimuli which creates the muddle in which I dwell, stifling the very creativity it is supposed to inspire.

I suppose, then, that is part of the journey? Learning how one is supposed to process the exponential amounts of information to which my brain is subjected throughout a twenty-four hour period.

And thus begins the writing, jotting down details, getting rid of extras...adding detai


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LorenWright1985 over 11 years ago

Hmm....so the prompt was the picture or the word "details" I think I'll get the hang of this eventually, but for my virgin post on sixminutestory, I'm pretty pleased.

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