Start with the Mundane

 

Dream in the Bubble of Unconsciousness

The Blank Page

 

When I was a child, I loved to draw. I spent many hours every day with a sketchpad and colored pencils. It was my go-to activity during Sunday school and church – something about keeping my hands busy helped free my mind to listen (a trick that still works for me today). A good chunk of my adolescent years was spent trying to recreate scenes and objects from memory or just sketching random things lying around the house.

But there were days when I stared at that blank page, uninspired. Bored of the world around me, I wished I knew some way to turn on my imagination. It wasn’t until my first semester of college that I learned the secret – something I’d only dabbled in before – and when I did, I wished I’d known all along.