Some days I wish I had an idea machine.
You know, like a candy machine but with the most amazing story starters or controversial statements I could use as springboards for writing.
Pop a quarter in the slot (hey, it's my dream, I can decide how much it costs). Push a button and watch the most amazing ideas slide forward on that metal spiral... closer... closer... almost ready to drop into my eager hands.
Of course, with my luck I'd have a defective quarter that the machine refuses to accept. I'd buff it, turn it, but nothing. In... clink... back out the change slot it would come.
Or that delectable idea would spin forward on the spiral and get stuck. Hovering just out of reach, taunting me on the other side of the plastic. No amount of banging or shaking the machine will pry that puppy loose.
Maybe an idea machine is a terrible idea. It would probably be filled with high calorie, high fat comfort ideas. Ideas that make your mouth water but don't bring any real nutrition to my mind.
For today, I guess just the idea of an idea machine was enough to get me going. Beggars can't be choosers, right?
I’m participating in a writing community at Two Writing Teachers. We write about a little "slice of our life" each Tuesday. In March - we attempt to write a slice EVERY day! Head over to their blog for the link up.