It’s that time again–to stare off into space like I’m catatonic…and then move like a whip, snatching up the first sticky note, receipt, torn envelope, or candy wrapper to blow in my direction. I’ll turn over my purse, spilling markers, Sharpies, and broken pencils on the floor (wondering briefly what my cat did with all the pens), and then I’ll tear at the paper scraps until the words let me go.
Next, I’ll tape all the scraps in a notebook and write around them…past them. I will eventually run into the more attractive sister of my first idea, and build her up. Up!
Five different colors of ink. Sophisticated cursive on one page and animal scratches on the next. Staple surgery and pages torn from other notebooks. That’s my little monster.
Now, time to share. How do you get down ideas? Do you keep a “little monster?”
Michelle Joyce Bond