There’s a point between getting inspired to feeling as though what you thought of is stupid or boring or it’s been done a thousand times before. I’m sure the Germans have a word for it but I don’t know what it is.
Is it our, and I suppose that I mean my, neurosis that takes that brightly burning ember of eureka and plunging it in to the cold, dirty waters of “That’s dumb”? How many times have I thrown away a good idea because my demons (metaphorical) got the better of me?
Not every idea is good, all you have to do is watch the news every day to know that. But it makes me wonder if there is an expiration date for starting a new project. Do you need to start almost immediately in order to bring life to your new idea?
I know that I’ve told this story before, but then I had my inspiration for my novel, “Chosen”, (still available on this site for your perusal) I was on a bus with three heavy bags of groceries. Hardly the idea moment, but that seems the way these things work, at least for me.
As soon as I got home and put everything that needed refrigeration away, I sat down and banged out the basics of my idea. I think if I hadn’t, much like the ice cream I had just bought, it would’ve melted and become an unpalatable mess.
Perhaps inspiration is something to nurtured, or is it a white-hot piece of steel that needs to be immediately beat into the shape you want, or maybe it’s a block of wood that you have to carve away everything that isn’t a bear but you need to start right way or you’ll just be stuck with a big hunk of wood.
I’m using a lot more metaphors than usual this week. Strange.
It’s a good thing that I wrote all this down as soon I thought of it, or else, it may have been lost to the ages. Not sure if that is a good or bad thing, but it’s a thing and that will have to be good enough.
By the way, Lost Dream in German is “Verlorener Traum.“