because new ideas seem to come from out of the blue
which I know falls under cliche but in this case, it is… uh…true.
So I do appreciate when I get one of those spankings of encouragement, especially from a woman who can speak Greek. Thing is, at the time of making that promise, to resist the temptation of beginning a new idea before completing one project, sounds excitingly doable.
Why? Because… The Blue was not at the time throwing out new ideas. I do not fault the encourager because I’d forgotten how much pull a new idea The Blue throws down possesses. Won’t say it is irresistible. But it is a near overwhelming power. It packs excitement. Dangles promise. Hints of certain barrel-fulls of laughter.Suggest this will be the work worthy of a breathtaking calamity.
Now I’ve done okay on this One Project at a time Plan. Still on it. Day 9. Slow going. But still going. And what I humbly think is not a bad tale is actually beginning to take shape – when I walk down the street I’m seeing scenes and events in the tale more than my surroundings. A couple half-poems excepted, I’ve not begun anything new and I’ve not delved back into another unfinished one.
But a new idea just came in and it is straight out of the The Blue’s Barrel of Total, Mental, Domination and when The Blue sends in a new idea of this magnitude, well, yeah, it puts this would-be poet in terribly tight straits. There is no such thing as noting the new idea and getting back to the main work. Neither the new idea nor The Blue permits that option. It must be looked into.
Yet if it is looked into the danger is really high that this One Project at a time Plan will come to another failure well before Day 10 gets up for its morning whiz. But neither can this would-be poet comfortably work on the One Project while this new idea fresh from The Blue is at this moment taking complete command of this grayish mind.
But it lasted 9 days. And there is an actual tale beginning to take shape.
That’s an improvement. It is.