For two years or so, I have had one ‘big’ project which I’ve been steadily working on. But then, every so often, just as I’m knuckling down to write it … an idea pops up in my head.
Listen to this, it says with glee, this will be amazing – write me.
You horrible idea you.
If I could write a letter to the ‘idea’ lightbulb which sputters on and off periodically it would go something like this …
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Thanks for switching on just when I was getting to grips with my precious The Many Trials. Thanks to your bright light blinding me I am now dazzled with a new tale to spin.
But my dear Ideas, I know you.
I. Know. You.
For the minute I laugh excitedly, rub my hands and declare how cool this new idea is … you’ll turn the light off. And I’ll be left staring at a word document, wondering what on earth I’m doing. Wandering in the Pitch Black of Why Am I Doing This? and This Idea is Stupid and Childish.
I’ll probably be a couple thousand words in when you plunge me into darkness – and the realization that I’ve just wasted time and words when I could have been writing The Many Trials.
Would you mind – awfully – stopping it? Please?
Keep the light on with The Many Trials – don’t die on me there. I’m so close to victory. So close to writing ‘The End’.
Maybe you could save energy and show me the light on new ideas and new projects … once I’m done with this one.
Because putting another document in the Abandoned folder is downright depressing. And seeing a file I haven’t touched for weeks (or months!) is equally distracting.
I’m glad I have you – truly I am. But you’re malfunctioning and I’ll never finish anything if you keep this up.
Thanks for listening to me.
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For a few, beautiful moments I’m free. Free to tap happily away at The Many Trials.
But then …