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When I set out to create art, I usually follow my instincts when I decide what kind of art to create. By that I mean I consider various possibilities until I find one that doesn't disgust me.  Artists, you might know what I mean. Some nights the sketchbook is your best friend, other times you can't even stand to look at it.

I was looking at the blog my brother and I used to do, called Fight the Nothing, and I was inspired to make a change here in my writing journal. I need two things, structure and diversity. I have always been principally a visual artist, and I would like to improve my skills on that field as well. Also, as I said above, sometimes I just don't want to write, at least not on the blog. Therefore, I will now be including visual art in my notebook, just as it has been in every class I've ever attended.

I think I require some structure to create good art, or at least to start on the path towards it. I know myself to be somewhat defiant, and I love to twist and bend rules when they are given to me, so I won't necessarily be in strict adherence to my own rules at all times. That being said, I believe I can accomplish one creative task per day, and that seems to be in line with my creative goals as well. I am a tactile learner, and by getting into the process of a short story, poem, painting, or sketch, I'll be growing each and every day in ways that will enhance my future works, no matter the medium.

I will now attempt to plan a weekly regiment of creativity. Famous last words.
Monday-Photograph or flash fiction 
Tuesday-A chapter of a larger work, no more than 3 distinct stories at one time
Wednesday-Poetry or Music
Thursday-Visual Art
Friday-Combine any two others.
Saturday and Sunday-Post 'em if you got 'em, no scheduled posts

And I just realized I walked into a trap. It's Tuesday.  Will it be a new story? Will it be the outer space adventure saga? Will I go watch cartoons instead and start tomorrow? That sounds pretty good actually...  

Be here tomorrow for some verses!

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