#creative blocks

hey lovelies! ✨

i've been thinking a lot about creative intuition lately, that quiet inner voice that nudges you toward certain ideas or projects. for the longest time, i was absolutely terrible at listening to it. i'd get these little sparks of inspiration and immediately talk myself out of them. "that's been done before" or "you don't have the skills for that" or my personal favorite: "who do you think you are?"

sound familiar? thought so.

the thing is, i've slowly been learning that my intuition actually knows what it's talking about. those random ideas that pop into my head at 2am or while i'm in the shower? they're not random at all, they're my creative compass trying to guide me toward what truly lights me up.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ recognizing intuition vs. fear ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

the first big challenge was learning to tell the difference between my intuition and my fear. they can sound weirdly similar sometimes!

my intuition tends to feel like excitement mixed with certainty, like "yes! this!" even when it makes no logical sense. it feels light and expansive, like opening a window in a stuffy room.

fear, on the other hand, feels heavy and contracted. it comes with a lot of "shoulds" and worrying about what other people will think. it's the voice that compares my chapter 1 to someone else's chapter 20.

i started keeping track of when these different voices would speak up, and slowly got better at recognizing which was which.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ creating space to listen ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

intuition doesn't shout. it whispers. and in our noisy, constantly-connected world, those whispers can get completely drowned out.

i realized i needed to create actual space to hear myself think. for me, that looks like:

morning pages: three pages of stream-of-consciousness writing before looking at my phone

solo walks without podcasts or music (just me and my thoughts)

intentional boredom: staring out windows, lying on the floor, letting my mind wander

reducing input before trying to create output (no scrolling before creative sessions)

it's amazing what starts to bubble up when you're not constantly drowning it out with other people's voices and ideas.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the "stupid idea" notebook ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

one of the most helpful tools has been my "stupid idea" notebook, a judgment-free zone where i write down every creative impulse, no matter how ridiculous it seems.

the name is intentionally silly to remind myself not to take it all so seriously. some ideas truly are stupid, and that's perfectly fine! but some turn out to be the beginnings of something meaningful.

the rule is simple: write it all down, evaluate later. this creates a safe space for intuition to speak without immediately being shut down by my inner critic.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ small intuition experiments ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

trusting your intuition is like building a muscle, you start small and work your way up.

i began with low-stakes creative decisions: which color to use in a drawing, which topic to write about in my journal, which route to take on my walk. when something felt intuitively "right," i'd go with it, even if i couldn't explain why.

gradually, i started trusting my intuition with bigger choices: which project to pursue, which opportunities to say yes to, which creative direction to explore.

with each small win, my confidence in my inner guidance grew stronger.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ embracing the "wrong" turns ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

here's the thing about intuition: sometimes it leads you down paths that seem to go nowhere. i've followed creative impulses that resulted in projects i never finished or ideas that didn't work out.

but i'm learning that these aren't failures, they're necessary detours. every "wrong" turn teaches me something i needed to learn or leads me to connections i wouldn't have made otherwise.

intuition isn't finding the most direct path; it's finding YOUR path, with all its twists and surprises.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ letting go of external validation ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

perhaps the hardest part of trusting my creative intuition has been detaching from external validation. when you follow your intuition, you might create things that don't immediately resonate with others or fit neatly into what's trending.

i'm still working on this one, honestly. but i've noticed that my most intuitive creations... the ones that felt most aligned with my inner voice, are ultimately the ones people connect with most deeply, even if the audience is smaller.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ a gentle practice ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

trusting your creative intuition isn't a destination, it's an ongoing practice. some days i'm better at it than others. sometimes fear still wins. but each time i choose to listen to that quiet inner knowing, it gets a little louder, a little clearer.

if you're struggling to trust your own creative voice, start small. create tiny spaces of silence. write down the whispers. follow the sparks of excitement. and be patient with yourself when you forget.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

trying to be creative and make things is a huge struggle. the world doesn't really make it easy. we have to generate so much just to exist that it makes sense there's no juice left for writing or painting or singing or whatever floats your boat.

i wrote about some of the stuff that has helped me actually start *doing* more creative stuff and not just fantasizing about it. my whole philosophy is that creativity is a garden and your inner child is the gardener. if your soil is dry nothing will grow!

some of the main ideas:

good food + lots of water = hydrated brain soil

sleep at least 8 hours. rest is creative maintenance. almost all problems would be solved with more sleep.

move your body. walk, do yoga, lift, whatever works for you. movement shakes it all loose.

play without purpose. doodle. play around. make a macaroni picture frame if you want. your inner child knows what's up.

follow your impulses. if you want to try something, try it!!

let go of perfectionism. our seedlings will die if we focus too early on one “perfect” plant. things can be messy.

if you want to read the full post you can check it out below <3

Of scarcity, living in misery

And surviving to tell the tale

I daydream about mourning

About giving up my dignity

Sleepless nights and hunger.

Just to witness the birth

Just barely grasping a bit

Of what I now have in abundance

Somehow, I miss the need

To hear from another mouth

"That's rough, buddy, that's hard"

Those moments when crying

On paper was neither the second nor the first

But the only nature.

Not making an effort

But a big one to stop

Victimized mental monologue

Undiscriminated, underrated

Sweet, sweet common life

If I could do it again

To be unwell, I say

Perhaps, I could handle it better

This time, I would finish

Just one more broken heart

Only until breaking the glass ceiling

Exchanging life for my dream

Just because now time passes

And my body feels like mine

And my mind is not empty

No headaches, no stomachaches

Not crying alone, not just crying anymore

Can I write every day?

Even if there's no gun over my head

No clock ticking

Telling me I'm about to expire

Can I write just for fun?

Or was it a desperate call

For desperate times

Do I lack what it takes

To simply step up and do the damn thing?

It makes me another addict with a pen

Self-sabotage self-destructive

Heminway morrison and plath

Just to feed the path

But to write , I enjoy myself so much

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Now, what is Roman?

Roman IS creativity not its host, or holder, He is it. So when someone gets a creative block, what is it like?

You can’t be creative. And if Roman is creativy, and Thomas gets a creative block, wouldn’t Roman just, stop? Stop working or even worst, living/existing? But I want angst, cause I’m a little shit, so in my mind it’s like;

Roman doesn’t stop working in a whole, only bits of him do. His energy will drain, and with it the colour of his eyes, making them grey. That’s the first symptom. Then he’ll start miss-hearing people, or need them to say things twice, and eventually he won’t hear people at all. By now, Roman will be panicking, and if you really wanna hit the angsty spot he’ll try to hide it from the others.

He’ll be so, so focused on ensureing he doesn’t let anyone worry he hadn’t noticed the edges of his vision darkening. And when he does, his vision has dropped to about 60% in both eyes, the side’s of his vision foggy, blurry and at the real edges, black. Roman would lock himself in his room, scared and confused, even more so if this is his first creative block, unable to stop his sight draining away bit by bit till he can’t see.

And if that isn’t bad enough, when the others do come check on him, Virgil frantically putting a hand on Romans shoulder and going to say, “princy are you okay!? Your crying!” And poor Roman would be so spooked by the touch he hadn’t seen coming, that he goes to scream, only to find he can’t make a single sound. He’s now mute, unable to make a single sound which works with the fact his now death ears pick up no noise either.

Imagine the creative block normal ends at that syptom, but imagine a really bad creative block and Roman got worst. Imagine him becoming off balance, wobbly, unable to walk. Imagine him forgetting thing in random intervals, forgetting the others exsist, or if they are in the room or not, or even worst who he is at all.

And after all of that and Roman finally comes back no matter how bad it was, he would cry, sobbing out Thank you’d to an invisible force beyond his understanding that he could see, hear, talk, think again. He would cling to the others, scared them leaving for second would bring the black slightlessness back and leave him unable to see them again.

Yer. Not one likes creative blocks.

Dear god you’re a genius!!!!

I have no excuse for this other than it was on my mind and a small lil angsty fic is always the way to go!

Based on my eye headcannons and this wonderful Roman contacts angst idea

Warning!: Angst, creative block is looking a lot more like depression than i expected, everyone is freaking out, Virgil and Logan are heading towards a panic attack tho i write far enough for them to suffer one 

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So Roman knows he gets these creative blocks, luckily he’s been in his room or alone every time one hits. When a creative block hits his eyes turn grey and he just feels so tired, speaking moving even just standing required so much effort. He cant chance the others seeing him like that so he lies and tells them hes working on a new idea so he can stay in his room. Roman created a pair of red contacts for when he would have to make an appearance at meals, acting twice as hard to ensure the others don’t notice, which only served to exhaust him even more.

Once back in the solitude of his room Roman would almost immediately collapse on his floor, lying practically immobile until he had to make another appearance or the creative block ended.

Though logically his luck had to run out at some point, and run out it did.

The four of them where hanging out in the kitchen, Virgil was perched on the counter sipping his peppermint tea while reading Logan’s book over the logic traits shoulder. Patton was cooking them all breakfast as he listened to Roman talk about a new show that they should all watch together. 

Roman was gesturing excitedly as he spoke about how cool this new show was supposed to be, eyes sparkling like stars, twinkling with every word. The other sides couldn’t help but smile adoringly at the fanciful side, nothing was better than seeing those sparkles in Romans eyes.

It was while Roman was in the middle of explaining the plot that disaster struck. As fast and sudden as turning off a light switch, roman could feel the energy fade. 

He froze, then stumbled before collapsing to the ground, legs no longer having the power to support him. Roman vaguely heard the others shout in alarm and the shattering of a cup before he landed in Virgil’s arms. 

The anxious sides fight or flight kicked in the second he saw Roman start to fall, dropping the cup f tea and diving across the kitchen, just managing to cradle the creative sides head before it hit the tile floor. 

“ROMAN!” The others cried, joining Virgil and Roman on the floor. Virgil had Romans head and upper body clutched to his chest as the anxious trait began to tremble the leftover adrenaline turning slowly to panic.

Logan placed a hand on Virgil’s arm imploring him to relax his grip and allow them to see the others face. Patton already had tears in his eyes from the shock of the situation, his hands already gripping one of Romans strangely cold ones.

Both Patton and Virgil made a sound of distress once they saw Roman’s eyes, tears ran down Morality’s cheeks and Virgil shook more in fear. Logan inhaled sharply as he stared in shock at the lifeless grey eyes of their normally expressive friend. 

Two sets of eyes turned to the logical trait for guidance, Patton’s soft blue eyes filled with tears and cracking hearts and Virgil’s violet eyes shining harshly with with fear and panic. 

“Logan whats happening!?”

“Whats wrong with him!?”

“Is he sick!?”

“How do we fix this!?”

“Is Roman dying!?”

“What do we do!?”

Logan swallowed down his own fear, now was not the time for panic. Roman’s condition was top priority and he wouldn’t be able to assess it while the other two were in hysterics.

“Please calm down, everything will be fine. It is unlikely that Roman is dying.” Logan stated calmly as he tried to ignore the part of him that was currently screaming. He gently tilted Romans head so that he could see into his grey eyes, cursing mentally at the small tremble in his hand as he did so.

“Roman? Can you hear me?” Logan asked clearly, the seconds before the other responded seemed to last for an eternity.