The problem with creativity is that once you humor it, it never leaves you alone. It’s like a stray cat that you feed; it will always come back again, looking for more.
As soon as you have an idea and begin working on it, you’ll get another idea. And then another. Soon, you’ll be the proud owner of a spiral notebook titled “Shit to Work on Later.” And each and every one of those ideas will titter at your and whisper and taunt, telling you that you have to work on them now, before you lose that spark of genius that instigated them.
This is a trap, however. A clever, deceitful lie to tear you away from the project into which you originally desired to pour your heart and soul. It’s no coincidence that these other ideas will clamor and crowd you just as that project started to get hard. Ideas are like mistresses, luring you away from your loving but fickle lover. It’s not enough to get your happily ever after with that one perfect idea. You have to fight for it, or else it will wither away, leaving all parties involved dissatisfied and disillusioned, your lover dead and dust. You risk becoming a cheating, murderous spouse. Jerk.
I’m in the home stretch with Nevermore (in a manner of speaking).
I spent 3 hours tonight playing with the idea of a graphic novel.
I will bury the body under my pumpkin patch.