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I woke up at 5 am this morning or so; startled the cats when I croaked groggily 'Heureka!'. I wasn't in a bathtub, however, so I didn't need to run outside forgetting my towel.
I had an IDEA.
So clear, undiluted, strong, pulsing, strobing, dancing; doing a little routine in my mind that was making me slightly nauseous due to its lack of taste and decorum.
I got it all, title, beginning, ending, a bit sogginess-in-the-middle - but what idea doesn't have that - and I got a character.
I scrabbled to get a pot of coffee going, sat down to write furiously, filling page after page in word.
Now I look at it, and it's all crap.
Crap.
*sigh*
I guess I should know by now. Those flashes of "inspiration" never ends well. Ideas should struggle, resist, and you should have to seduce them. Those are the ideas that will last.
I had an IDEA.
So clear, undiluted, strong, pulsing, strobing, dancing; doing a little routine in my mind that was making me slightly nauseous due to its lack of taste and decorum.
I got it all, title, beginning, ending, a bit sogginess-in-the-middle - but what idea doesn't have that - and I got a character.
I scrabbled to get a pot of coffee going, sat down to write furiously, filling page after page in word.
Now I look at it, and it's all crap.
Crap.
*sigh*
I guess I should know by now. Those flashes of "inspiration" never ends well. Ideas should struggle, resist, and you should have to seduce them. Those are the ideas that will last.
