Today my head is exploding with ideas. I felt quite poetic this morning and collections of thoughts formed in little catchphrases on my lips. I’ve only really ever written 2 or 3 poems and don’t see myself as patient enough to write poetry regularly but today a poem was forming in the shower.
Two flash fiction ideas have been hitting me on the head in the last 2 days too.
I think this is happening because my mind has necessarily been taken over by practical thoughts for three weeks and my creative side is attention-seeking now that I am getting a few moments to myself.
The trouble is, all that has happened in the last few weeks has put me behind with so much else in life that I can’t give in to the creativity yet and the ideas are being left to get watery. On top of all the usual life gubbins, I am three weeks behind in 2 courses of OU reading and have 2 assignments to submit this month, meaning the free, expressive side of me must continue to wait.
So what will happen to these ideas? Where will they go? I expect they will vanish soon. But I like to think that like the ocean, new ideas will push up upon my shores and each incoming tide of ideas will always bring something that contains a mix of what was washed away on the last outgoing tide.
I do hope so.