In a tiny nutty shell

Ripping apart our essay’s today was freeing of the constraints I had put on my own writing in the literal sense and the figurative sense. I could not get the gremlin off my shoulder that kept telling me my writing was horrible and could there for not even get started. The choping up and coloring of the essay tapped into that other half of my brain that is hands on and made me very at ease with my piece. Somehow in parts, it was easier to examine each part and see what sucked and what I actually liked. I would never have thought of using arts and crafts to rewrite an essay, but I like where my head is at now.