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I frequently find myself daydreaming, and before I know it, distracted. Writing, at its heart, is an act of paying attention. It’s the quiet decision to show up again, to sit in the chair with the screen…Blank. I wait for some word or voice, to listen for whatever truth is trying to surface. Most days, creativity doesn’t crash in like a lightning strike. It drifts in slowly, like San Francisco fog. Sometimes little scraps of thought come through, or half lines, something over

How learning new skills rewired my perception and expanded my love of writing.