You cleared the ash. Now the spark wants to play.
It starts small—
a flicker at the edge of your mind,
a whisper that interrupts your thoughts.
You tell yourself it’s nothing—
just a passing idea between the dishes and the next distraction.
Then suddenly you’re halfway through a new idea with no idea how you got there.
That’s the flame of creation waking up again.
It doesn’t come to everyone the same way.
Some hear it in dreams, others in silence, a few in chaos.
But when it finds you, it’s not an accident.
The spark chose you because it knows your hands, your heart—
the way you’ll shape what it could never become in another’s care.
That’s what makes it magic—
not the moment it arrives,
but the courage to answer when it does.
It doesn’t care if your desk is clean or if you “have time.”
It doesn’t wait for a perfect outline or a full night’s sleep.
It just wants to move—
to shape, to create.
And honestly? It missed you.
✨When the Spark Finds You
Sometimes the spark doesn’t arrive politely.
It slips in through a dream—
a face, a voice, a creature so vivid you wake up half convinced it’s still in the room.
That’s how my current WIP began.
Not with an outline or a grand plan,
but with a dream that refused to fade.
A single creature from a video game followed me into sleep
and built an entire world around itself before dawn.
I woke up, heart racing, grabbed a notebook,
and started writing before it vanished.
That’s the thing about sparks: they don’t wait for permission.
They find you in the quiet hours when your guard is down—
and whisper,
“Write me before I disappear.”
If you’re curious how that ember became a world,
you can read the story here → http://bit.ly/3LhXvt7
⚒️The Practice
When the spark shows up, resist the urge to hand it a spreadsheet.
It’s a flame, not a filing system.
Instead, catch it gently.
Write one messy line. Sketch the ridiculous idea. Record the thing you can’t quite explain yet.
Don’t judge it; feed it.
Even the smallest spark will grow if you give it air.
And if all you manage today is to remember what it felt like to want to create—
that’s still part of the fire.
🪞Reflection Prompt
What idea has been tugging at you lately—
the one that keeps clearing its throat every time you say you’re too busy?
What would happen if you gave it ten minutes of your attention today?
💫 Tomorrow: The Flame of Trust
When the fire burns low, faith keeps the coals alive.
We’ll talk about how to rest without losing the spark
