Caught myself killing my idea machine today.
I was walking along, watching the world, when I experienced something interesting. I bumped shoulders with someone.
No, wait – that wasn’t the interesting thing.
As soon as I bumped shoulders, I became aware of my mind spinning out this story of how I would gain revenge on this person by boiling their children in a vat of snot whilst forcing their grandparents to watch. Before I could catch myself I had spun out a back-story for each of the family, a horrible fate for them, and a fool proof way for getting away with it.
Then I caught myself.
Then I caught myself catching myself.
I was in the throes of pouring forgiveness on myself, the shoulder bumper, their family (for bringing them up wrong) and God (for creating a universe where all this was allowed to happen) when I thought ‘whoa, Robert – what are you doing?!’
What I was doing was destroying a wonderful idea for a story. I was melting the idea making mechanism of my mind in acid and pouring it down the (metaphorical) drain!
What a fool I was!
And this is the same person that sometimes thinks that it’d be cool to be mugged, because it’d be really, really interesting experience to write about.
Hah – you fool, Robert.
So – this is me turning over a new leaf. I now welcome all new experiences and every manner of shoulder bumping.
So – bump me.
I challenge you.
Your children might not thank you, but at least you’ll be able to read about it on my blog!