Idea hoarding

I have started writing a short story, maybe three. I still find myself procrastinating more than I would like to, but I am also making a huge effort to write whenever I can. I use all means and manners, my notebooks, laptops, my tablet, a scrap of paper, even my phone in the middle of the night to type a few sentences that just popped up behind my closed eyelids.

I am a hoarder of ideas. The best thing to hoard, if you must hoard anything at all, I find. No mess and no added stuff around that needs to be piled up to the roof.

Instead the ideas pile up in my brain and I need to sort through all of it, unable to throw out or discard any one of them.

I just had an absolutely brilliant idea for a title. Methinks it should be the title of a novel. Which means work awaits.

Every new idea means more work. I need to fit it somewhere, work through it and see what happens, nurture it and find out what it can grow into.

And I say: bring it on. I want more. I’m getting greedy, perhaps. I don’t ever want to procrastinate, because I’m out of ideas. I’d rather feel overwhelmed by their number, stunned into inaction, than sit and wait for inspiration to find me once more.

One thing I’ve never done or ever been any good at is sitting around and waiting for something to happen. I’m terrible at it. I go looking for things and tend to find them, anything, including a houseboat, a job, or friends. I go after the things that I want.

So, I am hoarding my ideas right now, but they are a means to an end. Clearly the end is the novel, or rather novels, I am writing, will be writing, need to write.

There. I just needed to share this. Because I found this great title for what will hopefully be a great novel one day.

Thanks for putting up with my randomness. Once I am finished with my first short story, I shall publish it.

Remember, I want some feedback.

Now, I gotta go back to work.

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About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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