Been working on a new project for the past few weeks and it’s always lurking in the back of my mind. Even random quotations jump into focus, then blur into murky threads, if I don’t get them written down fast enough.

Like today.

There I am innocently knitting, creating a fun thing for a friend (who for the record did ask for it) when a quote from a cryptogram came to mind. It’s a great quote, planting an image, an idea, a struggle in the morass of my brain, when BLAM, another unrelated concept slips in, smacks me between the frontal lobes.

And just as quickly, dissolves into some gray goo. Leaving no bread crumbs to follow, no scent to suggest a direction, no taste to remember What Was That Thought?!

Is it because I’m in the middle of writing a new thing I’ve never done before? Could be. All the insecurities of new territories mess with my head, so it could be that. Or fear. Or my own brand of nutty creative spasm.

That I do like, because then I don’t have to do anything with it. And I am nothing if not always evading what I don’t have to do. ‘Cause all the stuff I want to do won’t go away until I Do It.

Motivational posters give me hives so I make fun of them. A lot.

Wacky enough, the new project gets into that area. Every time it starts to get pompous, I rewrite and write to rewrite.

Writing is serious good stuff but taking myself too serious is not good stuff. Which, now that I think about it, may be the reason, that thought melted before I had the chance to trap it.

Ah, ha. One more item off the to-do list. Someone mention lunch?