Creative Caffeine
What happens when you commit to posting a weekly blog piece--one that will show the world your heart--and all the thoughts and ideas swirling in your head prevent you from honing in on a publish-worthy piece?
You admit it.
My problem isn't a lack of ideas, it's too many ideas. After a four-day inspiring writing conference in Sanibel, I left pumped about micro memoirs and other tiny texts and new forms of poetry to try. The following evening, I saw a fantastic stage version of The Giver that left me contemplating the human condition. Four days after that, we went to the Imagine Dragons concert. The energy from that is still coursing through my veins. I am buzzing--like someone hopped on too much caffeine.
"Let it percolate!" my friend Laurie would say. I'm percolating all right. I just wish I had some fresh brew to serve my friends.
You admit it.
My problem isn't a lack of ideas, it's too many ideas. After a four-day inspiring writing conference in Sanibel, I left pumped about micro memoirs and other tiny texts and new forms of poetry to try. The following evening, I saw a fantastic stage version of The Giver that left me contemplating the human condition. Four days after that, we went to the Imagine Dragons concert. The energy from that is still coursing through my veins. I am buzzing--like someone hopped on too much caffeine.
"Let it percolate!" my friend Laurie would say. I'm percolating all right. I just wish I had some fresh brew to serve my friends.

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