Creativity Isn't Insanity

I just read my niece's blog, notsosupermomjq.blogspot.com, and she shared this link about writing/creativity/arts.  I took the time to listen to today.  It was amazing.

Thank you Jacqueline for sharing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86x-u-tz0MA&feature=player_embedded


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