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Days Seventeen and Eighteen: Perhaps I Have A Solution To Entering "High Creative Mode"

"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here." -- Inscription on the Gates of Hell, Dante Alighieri's "Inferno"

The worthy detour? I think I've got a formula for "High Creative Mode"... just it's not particularly consistently effective yet, and it's playing a pretty high stakes game. On Day Seventeen, I made my first crack at applying it, and had an incredible day. I wrote a 5000-word piece, that after editing and getting the ending right, I think could be amazingly fantastic. Just writing it was a joy.

Following from that, I was walking on air for the rest of the day.

In Day Eighteen, I attempted the same thing, and fell short. This was maddening, and the whole day was aggravating. I think I've got a rough formula for High Creative Mode, but it doesn't produce 100% results. And when it fails, it's pretty ugly, at least so far.

I kept detailed notes on both days, much more fleshed out than usual. There's more stream-of-consciousness. They're... honestly, a little weird. You can evaluate for yourself:

just 14 more days

On Love, effie

Being an exchange student is a great experience, it can take out the best and the worst of life. I'm currently in Michigan, I've been here since August 28, 2013. I was with the sweetest family I could ever met with another exchange student from Mexico. Everything was great. Until the new year. The host mom decided I had to leave. Sbam. No reasons to me, I was having the perfect year, I was happy. And so M. (the Mexican exchange student) seemed too! Well, apparently I was wrong.

It was a big hit. I was trying to be the best person I could, doing mistakes of course (I'm human, plus I'm 17) but still the mother didn't want me there, It looked like she had a favorite. I'll let you guess who was not. It hurt so much. Overall because she never denied she actually preferred the other girl over me.

Now I live with this family. They're honest, really, and nice. And they work a lot, so most of the time I'm at home by my own. I was kinda content, so no big deal, until something big happened. Really big. And now I can't wait to go back home.

While I was here I made tons of good friends and good memories, discovered lot of new stuff (even about myself), and learnt so many things, but I guess the most important is to trust no one. It doesn't matter if they look nice, honest, or whatever. Just don't trust anyone.

- Love, Effie

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