Been feeling uninspired and creatively dulled. Write on the topic and hopefully share the feeling.

Give me your thoughts on pride. What do you feel proud for? Do you like when people say they are proud of you? Are you embarrassed when people recognize your accomplishments? Any format.

I have a friend who plays drums and is at the age where he needs to decide if he will study music or something else. This kid has done nothing since the age of 5 but be a drummer. He still loves it and is passionate about it. Will studying something else interfere with his musical aspirations or be a helpful backup? I want all answers from the practical to the dreamy - and everything in-between.

We are all our own harshest critic, so give yourself some credit today. Paste something written by you that you love and show everyone you're a talented genius who deserves a Nobel prize (kidding, but not really - you rock!).

As writers we come across all kinds of words. Pick your favorite and write about why it stands out. Don't forget to tag me! Any format

Any format.

I wrote this little poem a few months but I didn't know how to end it. Give me a word to end this poem AND tell me why you chose it. I'll choose my favorite of the bunch. Also if you're feeling creative you could throw in a title but that's just extra credit. Here's the poem: Misfortune had herself a field day this year Drowned out not by the sound of war nor tears In a way her perseverance is admirable Through death, injustice her hunger insatiable A thousand words to be said about the harm she's done But that's a little lengthy so I'll stick to just one: *INSERT WORD HERE* This is a redo! I'm new at this and accidentally only allowed one entry. Sorry guys.

I wrote this little poem a few months but I didn't know how to end it. Give me a word to end this poem AND tell me why you chose it. I'll choose my favorite of the bunch. Also if you're feeling creative you could throw in a title but that's just extra credit. Here's the poem: Misfortune had herself a field day this year Drowned out not by the sound of war nor tears In a way her perseverance is admirable Through death, injustice her hunger insatiable A thousand words to be said about the harm she's done But that's a little lengthy so I'll stick to just one: *INSERT WORD HERE*