Creative writing begins in the kettle of Rush Limbaugh's head.
It begins in expiation, translating words into blocks of sandwiches that fit into the kettle of his head.
It produces a breathless pond willing for scum.
It plans the importation of further pond scum, badgering the dashboard of the world's craziest driver.
It implies the whole list of pragmatic self doubt called Sarah Palin, or that tin can in the alley.
It positions flak.
When the weeds of creative writing thrive, so the isobars of self-refraction.
Creative writing aptly invents every misused words, because those are the ones that dazzle.