Too many ideas
By Primal Sneeze ~ July 28th, 2008. Filed under: I don't know.
Do you ever get spells when your mind races? So fast you can’t keep track of the new thoughts and ideas popping up every second? It’s like being on speed. Take notes, you say. What? I’ve got things scribbled on milk cartons! What I should have is a Dictaphone. Can I use your Dictaphone? No - use your finger like everyone else.
These spells seldom last longer than two or three days, but when they hit they hit like tonne of bricks. Like coconuts raining down out of trees. Did you know more people get killed by falling coconuts each year than sharks? Makes sense - sharks never fall out of trees.
The life-coach-cum-shrink in the family tells me these periods are to be relished, harnessed, made to work. Harness my bollix! I don’t have time - I’m solving equations in my head; I’m writing reams of code; I’m predicting the outcome of seemingly unconnected actions; I’m suddenly understanding concepts I could never get to grips with; I’m developing new methods of doing things. There isn’t time to record all this in any form other than unintelligible scrawls on the nearest thing to hand.
By the time these spells have passed and the brain slips down the gears into the crawler box the nearest things to hand are the furthest. Probably buried under a pile at the recycling centre. Jumping to the next idea I lose interest in the last.
Some I remember or took a proper note of. There are always so many I never know which to follow up with first and more often than not the overwhelming choice leads to confusion and none at all being tackled.
The last day or two my neurons have been in full flight. Chattering away incessantly among themselves like auld wans in a doctor’s waiting room. I’m dropping down off the bell-curve now and, for a change, I seem to have most of my ideas jotted down. That’s one advantage of a full milk carton. But, as usual, I don’t know where to start. Some have the potential to become stunningly insightful posts. Some aren’t be worth posting about never mind reading. Others are none of your business. Sorry, but it’s true.
So bear with me the next few days and we’ll see whether I have this “harness-relish-made to work” nonsense cracked.
I.m back….. I was searching for the list of all the comments I might make.
PS what’s the black yokiemebob that appears bottom left? I didn’t go near it in case it bit me.
@Grannymar - The yokiemebob was me saying howya. It’s safe to say howya back. Trust me.
Just be thankful you’re not Leonard of Quirm. Even his inspiron helmet didnit help him get time to jot stuff down…
Good luck with the post distillation process.
I get a lot of sudden flashes of inspiration for possible posts as well. The only problem is that they come in the worst possible places.
Last night’s came while in the shower…
@aonghus - I’m not far off. Except for the hair, or lack of it. And the painting, unless you count Photoshop, Gimp etc.
@TheChrisD - Sudden flashes I can live with. Two or three day storms is a killer.
Some folk get all high tech and carry around voice recorders and what not. I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that I have a terrible memory and potential spurts of genius have likely evaporated into……..eh
What was I saying again?
@Quickroute - I might get some sort of parrot to perch on my shoulder. I could train it to remember things for me. I’d call it a DictaChick or a Secretary bird.
carry a notebook in your handbag. like me.
@Rosie - I’d better get myself a handbag then.
Don’t get hyper tidy and throw the milk carton out by mistake…
Brain fizz - sometimes glorious and rewarding like a popped, champagne bottle; sometimes almost painful, like lemonade bubbles going up your nose and not stopping. Enemy of sleep.
What colour handbag would you like? I have plenty going spare.
@Conan Drumm - I have done. Very often. Not this time - though I think I should have.
@problemchildbride - Brain farts more like. Yeah, you’re right about the sleep bit.
@Grannymar - Navy brown, please. Or duck egg green. Or cerise blue. Doesn’t matter - I’m a man - I only see 3 (5 including white and black) colours.