#Creative thinking

[reality-detective]

Work smart not hard. 🤔

[irenetherogue]

First GIF I've ever made. It's of myself. If you liked it, plz tap buttons so I know you want me to make more gifs like this

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Divergent vs. Convergent Thinking

Future ADHD

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Creative Thinking by Denis Medri

[bbdon]

This will probably be my only post but I hope maybe one Harvey fan out there will enjoy this mind worm of an idea I’ve had. I always like imagining music videos with songs. It helps with my stress. So I may of thought of one to go with the song Vienna by Billy Joel (because I found it in a Harvey themed music list). Just imagine during the whole song it’s a brief summary of Harvey’s life, like his childhood and love for planes to him entering college to be a doctors, ending with his life in Stardew. As the song ends; Harvey noticing Farmer running past, them noticing each other and introducing each other. Somehow I imagine it done in watercolours and sketchy lines but whatever. I know, it’s probably corny as hell 😅

[incidentalcomics]

For more comics on overthinking, check out my latest book.

[toyastales]

I love the beautiful arch tucked under the staircase. The terracotta rust hue accentuates the creative design choice.

[mercurial-thrills]

Why All Writers Should Keep Track Of Their Dreams 💭

It all started with me stripping into a swimsuit, entering a sensory deprivation tank. Upon coming out, I was crispy and seasoned, with my ribs and thighs becoming a delicacy.

Then I woke up, turned on my side, and grabbed my phone to type out the idea. It would make for the perfect horror anthology submission, after all.

Now, this is why I keep track of my dreams as a writer:

It's a homemade backlog of random story ideas. Most of them, anyway.

Keeping a dream journal can make you more understanding of yourself, which can help make understandable characters in fiction.

It helps with creative thinking according to this study, which is helpful for both fiction and non-fiction writers.

I thought it would be fun because my dreams are usually quite bizarre, and good material for stories AND conversations.

Telling your writer friends about these dreams often gets a reaction like, "Dang, the dream version of me is a JERK!"

And... that's about it, honestly. The hogwash my brain comes up with has fueled a few of my story ideas, after all. Perhaps it will do the same for you.

[elcron59]

I enjoy painting, coloring ,writing, creating artwork. I appreciate other people's art also.

I'm glad to have a place to express myself in my art and words. I look forward to following others on Tumblr also

I had written some children's stories a number of years ago but haven't written much new perhaps now I'll be inspired and motivated to do more on this platform. I wrote a poem about my late daughter that's posted on Midnight

[obsidianquill]

"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." – William James

[zufluchts-worte]

I've watched the earth turn and turn and suddenly I am the women I've always wanted to be

a mother. I understand the strength it needs to raise someone above onesself alone.

[reality-detective]

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[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #46

You can't have cake and eat it too. You can't have two sides of a coin. If it is fake then see it through, you can't have cake and eat it too. You can try take or leave it true or meet halfway where both sides join. You can't have cake and eat it too. You can't have two sides of a coin.

"Two Sides Of A Coin", JEP

[juno-writes]

Corpse Writing Excersize

A paper would be passed around and we would each write a sentence or two, then the original writer would edit the writing to make it make sense. Here was mine!

Oliver loved the color red. This was because he was normal. As normal as can be. Sure, he loved a lot of things: grapes, playing catch, picking berries, hugging trees, but what he loved more than anything else was the color red. At the moment, he was peeking out at the magnificent sculptures from his hiding place behind the clock tower. He admired how the giant iron bodies reached out toward the sky or danced in among the grass. He thought how amazing it was that they had been built thousands of years ago and amazing how people were thinking and feeling the same things as he was as he glanced at the sculptures.

Something he often wondered behind the clocktower, was if people thought the same way about the sculptures. Did they see them for their true beauty? Or did they just see them as a symbol of wealth in a capitalist society? He knew both were true to some degree, and it both saddened him and excited him. He often wondered if one day he wouldn’t feel so alone, but somewhere in the back of his head he knew that would never happen.

“Why would you ever think that you would be viewed as anything more than a poor boy with a useless dream?” He would tell himself. He often looks up at the sky and thinks to himself “what does the color purple taste like?” to “am I going insane?” 

Then, at the end of the day, he would go back home, the woman working that day would scold him for being out too long, and he would rush to bed. Instead of going to sleep though, he would think and dream about the sculpture of the woman with the bow, always about to tip over, or the boy reading a book, “what book was he reading?” Oliver would think out loud accidentally. But all in all, he was happy with the clock tower and gazing at the sculptures from afar.

[chuckbbirdsjunk]