This afternoon found me eating a grapefruit over the sink, trying to decide how to fend off this latest idea assault.
It's the second of the day, the first occuring at about 5:50 am.
It's that time of year again. Orion and I are swimming in earnest. In another week the water will've warmed enough for everyone else.
As always, with the change of season, the vision imp arrives, this year like the lion's roar.
So I'm there with my grapefruit slices, leaning over the sink because I don't want the comittment of a plate.
A plate means I'm stopping to eat.
Not happening today. Instead I'm deciding whether to put this one in 'the notebook' while the previous one is burned into Memorex.
So, here's the thing--writing an idea down can lead to its death.
I have only loose theories about why, but I have experiences.
Many ideas should, without a doubt, be written down. But some should not.
Herein lies the choice.
If this particular vision is the latter sort of idea, it won't survive being put on paper. Like Dorian Grey in reverse, the ink is archival but the vision will fade into oblivion.
By the time I clear my grapefruit carnage, wash my sticky fingers, I've decided not to write this one. Instead, I toss it into the mental soup. I likely won't be able to recall it intact later , but it's in there, like some sort of strange DNA. It will stew there with other bits, waiting for the right sort of spark, then POOF! it combines with other bits and something new emerges.
When it works right, the something new is yes, more than the sum of its parts.
It is Bigger Inside Than Out.
That is, when it works that way. At least some of the time, it does.
We pays our money and we takes our chances.