Inspiration is the driving force behind those that create. Yet is difficult to define.
However the best example I've found is this:
Consider an compass. It will always point north and so long as you have it, you'll know where to go.
Inspiration works the same way.
So long as you have it, you'll always know what to create, what to write, to photograph, to draw, to convey to your audience.
Yet once you lose your inspiration, lose that compass... you'll be lost.
Right now, my inspiration is gone. Right now, I've never been more lost. And right now... I feel lost without you.
About the Creator
Thomas James
I've been writing stories since the 6th grade so this is mostly things that didn't make final drafts or just the thoughts that find their way into my head and onto my notes app.
So grab a warm drink, a comfy blanket, and stay awhile! :)
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