For the Love of Creativity
Sally slouched into her chair. She tried to force creative
thoughts from her mind - tried not to follow sparks of enthusiasm down paths of
discovery. She sat up, sat on her hands,
pursed her lips, shook her head side to side and scrunched her eyes. If she
gave into her passions her now tidy home would soon resemble a refuse site. She
scolded herself but it was no use. She
could not be bored. It was physically impossible. Unable to stand the grey and beige
any longer she replaced order with chaos in a gallery of the saved and
savoured.
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