Like diarrhea, you never know when a good idea is going to hit you. I've found that I often get ideas as I'm drifting off to sleep because this is when my brain decides to work after a long day of faking it. For this reason I started leaving a pen and a notebook on the nightstand (I learned my lesson about not writing anything on my hand or arm after the day I walked around with "sunflower seeds forget elephants" imprinted on my cheek).An idea that comes to me in the middle of the night or as I'm falling asleep always seems like the BEST IDEA I'VE EVER HAD. Of course, this is almost never true. Sometimes I wake up excited the next day because I remember the feeling of a brilliant idea, but that excitement generally fades when I try to make sense of what I wrote down.
For example, I have no idea what "Twins—ugly and pretty—blame each other for face parts" means but I'm sure in my half-awake state it made sense. Here are a few more things I've jotted down in the wee hours and never made sense of:
"Jealousy has big teeth."
"Like salty popsicles - life and freezer burn."
"Big crosses and fancy purses."
“Falling from Tyra’s forehead.”
"Carry-on body."
"You are everyone here – a hate pit."
"Looney Tunes t-shirts."
"Coupon cutting condescension."
"Are you smarter than a Brit?"
“Life-ing my live.”
"Hammered and nails - not drunk."
"Ovaries song - hip thrusts to techno Babies beat."
“A sandwich shop for feelings.”
"Shitting crumbs."
"Unbroken is bad, break the window."
"New area codes—I don't get one."
There’s something about getting paid to be creative that messes with your ability to judge your own ideas. So instead of playing gatekeeper, you just start writing down every half-formed idea you have and thinking, “maybe this will make sense another day,” even though you’re almost sure it never will. But there’s always the chance, the hope for inspiration and that’s why I can’t throw away anything I write, whether scribbled or typed, because maybe one day all of my orphaned ideas will come together and make babies and live happily ever after…or maybe you’ll just see me on "Hoarders."
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You had me at good ideas are like diarrhea... bahahaha!! Thank you for sharing your mid-night nonsense! It looks like you're sleep writing. :D
ReplyDelete"There’s something about getting paid to be creative that messes with your ability to judge your own ideas." Aha! Brilliant. I have difficulty judging my ideas regardless of payment situation.
ReplyDeleteDon't give up on "Big crosses and fancy purses." There is something there. Makes me think of southern women and their accessories (long nails, floral prints, strong perfume, big crosses and fancy purses). I don't know where it's going but that idea has legs.
Valerie - That does make sense because I do sleep eat, and I have definitely woken up the next morning with a half-eaten cookie in my hand before.
ReplyDelete"Big crosses and fancy purses" probably should have been attributed to you, Tori. And you're right, that one is a keeper.
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