In the enchanting realm of words, imagination dances with possibility. Creativity transforms mere sentences into magic. If there’s one truth that weaves through great storytelling, it’s the power of imagination. It transcends the ordinary, breathing life into characters and worlds that linger in the reader’s mind.

Creating is the deepest form of intelligence.

And I love it. I love putting my interpretation of others’ works through acting, singing, and dancing (even though I’m mediocre at best on a few of those). But most of all, I love writing. I love painting with words, sketching pictures in hues of pen-dipped dreams, and conjuring worlds that pulse with a life of their own, breathing vitality into a story’s veins with the intent of rendering it unforgettable.

At least, that’s the goal.

The Greeks believed that creatives were gifted a spiritual messenger from the gods. These “geniuses” were responsible for the incredible art created by the masters of the day.

I understand why they believed it.

Slipping into a creative flow state suspends time and reality. We venture to a place beyond our insecurities and perceived limitations. It’s an immersive experience that allows us to discover internal truths within and ultimately perceive our very existence in a different way.

Our imagination is a river that flows deep within our subconscious, and dipping our toes into those waters is incredibly vulnerable … and terrifying … and exhilarating at the same time.