Hidey-Ho there Scriblers. J Monkeys here – Happy Saturday to you and yours. So, it’s Thursday afternoon as I sit before the keyboard and bare my soul to you. Okay, well, maybe not my actual soul, but certainly my thoughts. It’s a beautiful day today, warm and windy, the first of the spring. In an effort to get things rolling on one of my many goals for this year, I just came in from a walk around the neighborhood.
There I was, huffing and puffing my way up a steep hill, listening to Fins by Jimmy Buffett (guaranteed to put you in a summer-y mood) when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a brown spotty bird standing on the ground scanning his surroundings with a kind of creepy determination to know who’s around.
A few steps closer, I realized that the bird was pretty big. Not 7’2” like my favorite canary, but puffy enough that I didn’t like the way he was eyeballin’ me. And he seemed to be standing on gray rocks, like river rocks. Just as I thought to wonder how non-webbed bird-feet were maintaining their grip on smooth rocks, I realized that the rocks were in fact a squirrel. And the bird was a hawk or falcon or some kind of wicked scary raptor. I broke eye contact and walked a little faster.
He flew off with his dinner tucked in those claws and I thought to myself, “Wow, did I just see a falcon take down an animal? Right here on the Massachusetts/Connecticut border?” How come we had a falcon around here, anyway? I thought they liked the craggy towers of city life nowadays. No crags around here. Hmmm. That thought combined with the “Fins to the left, fins to the right, and I’m the only bait in town!” pounding in my ears started the pistons movin’.
Next thing you know, I’ve got a whole little thing going on in my head. Why did that falcon grab that squirrel? Did someone send that falcon after the squirrel? Who? Where are they? Are they watching me on some WWW-esque giant crystal ball? Was that falcon a warning to me? Is a raptory version of Big Bird heading for me next? Who would be after me and why?
Now, before you call the people in the white coats, the me in these situations is never really ME. This is where I create a character to take over the role of me and then I move her around like a piece on a chess board. But the point is, this short walk had me off an rolling on a new idea.
Today’s Secret: Do you need inspiration? Maybe you are trying too hard. Go for a walk, or do something else solitary and fun. You never know what might spark an idea.
Today’s Question: What do you do when you’ve stalled? Or worse, when you have too many good ideas and no time to work on them because you are trying to finish the works already in progress?