Started out today with a shower at 4am. Not normal for me at all. Usually do my best thinking (used to think it was when "God talked to me") in the shower, especially when everyone else is asleep. I also, like this morning, quickly lose most of the genius thoughts or plans that are inspired, by the end of the day. Thought of getting that washable "shower paint" so I could just write ideas on the walls. Dry erase board? I even purchased Dragon software with a headset before but haven't had time to get it out of the box. The husband had a genius idea of just hooking up something directly to my brain that transmitted all my thoughts into writing. Like Steven Hawking and his eye brow movement induced computer. Lord just that much information was too much.
Anyway keep starting to restart this blog....then trail off in a million directions that don't end up written down or ventured after and wonder why whatever inspires those ideas is no longer strong enough to help me follow them? Started a new notebook. Thinking that would remind me to get moving. Then I fell asleep at my desk and let a cigarette ask drop on the brand new pages and already my OCD filled inspiration is dashed and I have to start over as it looks really tacky. lol.
One thought for the day. Intuition. Or is it some outside force? In the car and said Lemmy outloud. The next day found out that same day that the Meatloaf musician had died. I didn't know him. Didn't care much for their music and I didn't say it prior to him dying so what use is that? I know my dad, his mom, and maybe others were dying when I was crying hysterically, or calling them and wracked with grief, could do nothing to stop it. Like Lemmy, I had a similar experience with Dale Earnhardt Jr and Mother Theresa. Yeah, I know, wth?
Anyway keep starting to restart this blog....then trail off in a million directions that don't end up written down or ventured after and wonder why whatever inspires those ideas is no longer strong enough to help me follow them? Started a new notebook. Thinking that would remind me to get moving. Then I fell asleep at my desk and let a cigarette ask drop on the brand new pages and already my OCD filled inspiration is dashed and I have to start over as it looks really tacky. lol.
One thought for the day. Intuition. Or is it some outside force? In the car and said Lemmy outloud. The next day found out that same day that the Meatloaf musician had died. I didn't know him. Didn't care much for their music and I didn't say it prior to him dying so what use is that? I know my dad, his mom, and maybe others were dying when I was crying hysterically, or calling them and wracked with grief, could do nothing to stop it. Like Lemmy, I had a similar experience with Dale Earnhardt Jr and Mother Theresa. Yeah, I know, wth?
