It is clear that my intended thoughts which I began writing yesterday are not yet ready to be written down and out. It’s like… having various pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and you know what the end image should look like, but you can’t get the pieces to fit together correctly. I guess I will need to marinade those ideas some more and see if something coherent crystallizes. In the meantime, I decided to not torture myself about it night after night and have left it alone. When the ideas are ready, they will come.
In the meantime, my lesson for the day has been that there is always a punishment for having good ideas.
That punishment is usually: more work.
I had half a hare-brained idea which I casually pitched to our team boss. Now I’m tasked with researching some starting items. I’m not actually complaining about this. Well, not any more than in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. I’m actually quite happy about the turn of events. But at the same time, it’s not like I was wallowing in oodles of free time at work as is, so I once again end up asking myself a frequently asked question: what the hell were you thinking? The workaholic answers: duh! I was thinking about work!
The Feathered Rose 