I love the smell of a cup of fresh idea in the morning!
You writers and creative-types – you’ve been there. It’s a hellish place, for sure. A chasm of fear, doubt, agony, frustration…
Idea-less.
It’s worse than a writer’s block because with that, you can at least skip ahead. There’s nothing to skip ahead to if you’re idea-less.
But take heart. Your idea is out there. You might feel like Horton standing at the edge of the field of pink clovers looking for that one tiny speck that’s out there calling your name.
“We are here, we are here, we are here…”
Sometimes you can just feel it, can’t you?
You know how I find my ideas? It’s embarrassing, and no one has ever seen me do it, except Sarabeth when I thought I was alone or I got carried away.
I dance.
I talk out loud.
I sing.
I act.
And I’ve yelled.
It’s humbling, but true. I imagine myself standing…
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