#forced creativity

As a non-creative person I can't do what I feel like art with any instrument, including AI, so stop saying that generation is too easy and does not require effort. It requires creative skills, or rather creative needs that only few people have.

I have had some ideas lately that I wanted to put into a D&D campaign but I unfortunately do not have the time or the schedule to orchestrate such a thing so I am simply going to twist them into some writing. I feel like if I don't get these things out of my head they will just keep tearing me up, ha! It was dark. The special kind of dark only the open sea could create. Moonless and scattered with stars the water seemed to almost be one with the sky. Lakini sat still on the port bow of the ship watching the line between the two entities blur between one another. The ship was alive with the night crew, all hustle and bustle. He listened closely as he could hear all parts of the ship alive with sweaty effort. The cook was brewing up some kind of boiling concoction in the bottom of the hull for lunch later. The witch atop the crows nest shouted orders to the deck hands altering and cleaning the sails. And in the cockpit two Locusts bickered over a map that was lit with an ethereal glow. Lakini was at peace hearing everyone at work. It seemed so normal compared to the daytime when the ship would almost drift with the lack of life. Most of the crew only worked at night. Few day dwellers worked on this ship and Lakini envied them. To feel something as magnificent as the sun was only a dream to him. Ever since he was a child his father kept him in the dark, working, learning, growing stronger. He was the doyen at night and that wasn't the greatest perk. The witch shrieked at Lakini "Ghosts off the port bow!" He stood up searching the waters. His pupils dialiated, studying, when a half a dozen malachite orbs rose to the surface. "It's nothing!" He shouted back as the water sprites floated to the sky with grace. He had learned long ago that the water sprites were best left alone despite thier captured value. Standing tall his silver hair billowed in the salty wind. The sun would be rising in a few hours, there is work to do he thought to himself. Just then one of the Locusts called to him. "Master, the rendezvous with the target has approached sooner rather than later." Lakini smirked showing his sharp teeth to the cartographer. "Sounds like our work found us sooner than later Mr. Ruysch. Ready the Ethereals and other skywalkers." He commanded. "Aye sir" the Locust replied. Lakini turned back to the horizon with an absolutely detestable grin across his face. He loved his life of piracy.

Here's to being creative on a daily basis!

We live in such a methodic world. If you want to be this, do this, and whatever you do don't do that. Divine creativity, passion and drive are what fuels brilliance in humanity. These are things that cannot be forced. Forced creativity is an anomaly, it is conformity, creativity's arch nemesis. I hope to one day live in a world where mankind will allow art to thrive and creativity to run rampant. A word filled with artists of the earth, who are moved and effected by everything this life has to offer. Do not tell me to read this book or write that paper, you are killing my creativity, you are suffocating me. I want to feel passion for my work, I want to be inspired. Free range is the key to success. Do not clot the creative flow, I want to feel alive. 

That part was written on my phone while I tried to curl up and fall asleep in my own back seat. It still sounds like a fire pit when I breathe, all the rush-and-crackling.