Thought Overflow

I like to call myself a writer because I write. I blog, and I’ve written a few short stories too. I’ve got ideas for novels and series of short stories, but I haven’t started on them yet. I’ve decided a number of times to just take the plunge and write whatever comes into my head, to not hesitate for fear of being mediocre. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting to act on that decision.

Every now and then, though, when my mind is busy being free, it generates an idea or phrase, a sentence framed so naturally beautifully that it would be a travesty not to write it down immediately and put it up for the world to admire…for me to admire. I dwell on it, enjoy its existence and, far too many times, do nothing and watch it fade away.

A couple of days later, I’m sitting in class trying to find that sentence, that idea, but it’s already gone back into hiding somewhere in the rainforests of my memories.

Damn it, idea, come back to me!