FI haven’t been to a library in years. Yes, I know. Shame on me. I used to go and then I stopped. Why, exactly, I do not know. Crazy when you consider how much I love to read; and the cost of books. Anyway.
A friend of mine is an absolute devotee. She is always either coming from or going to the library. And recently she told me that now, at least here in Toronto, you can download books. Who knew?
… at least temporarily. At least I hope it’s temporary. I’m referring, of course, to the fact that I’m sitting here, completely uninspired. Not a thought in my head. I knew it would come to this when the whole week passed without an idea coming to me. Not even a mediocre idea. Not that I’d want a mediocre idea. Not that I’d use a mediocre idea. But still.
It seemed odd, to be honest, because I’ve been on such a roll lately. I’ve been struck with new ideas, for new blog posts while I’m writing posts, for God sake. I’ve had to stop what I was doing, stop writing, just so I could jot down the gist of the idea, so I’d remember enough of it to get back to it, later. I’ve had blog posts stock piled, all written, saved and ready to be published in coming weeks.
And now, suddenly, nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G . Nada. My mind’s a complete blank.
Well, not totally blank, just as far as ideas go. With everything going on in the world you’d think I’d have
What kind of a writer would I be if I never talked about ideas? Well, today’s the day. Ideas have been my stock and trade since my very first day, on my very first job. Actually, even before then. Goes back to my art college days.
Ideas are my life. No, I’m not exaggerating. Think about it. To put it bluntly, a creative person without an idea isn’t a creative person. That’s the beginning and end of it. Without an ‘idea’ I’ve got nothing to say. Or do. Or sell. That’s my reality.
The scary part of it is, though, if you ask any of us how we come up with ideas, for the most part I think you’ll get the same answer from everyone. “I don’t know”. There’s no formula. No mathematical equation. No template.
No switch you can turn on and off. No phone number to call. No idea therapist. No magic button. No swami. No genie in a bottle. No idea fairy. No idea swap shop. No iPhone App. Not even a recipe. There is no quarter cup of this, no pinch of that.
We just can. Until we can’t. God forbid.
So we all live in fear of the day (which will hopefully never come, but could) when there are no more Continue reading →