introduction

I live in the world of ideas. I jump around like a bean on fire in a pot of oil. My mind is a strange mind, a mind that rarely shuts down, that lives in the world of flashing lights, anxiety and big plans. Plans that never go anywhere, because I can’t pick one long enough to work on it. Because my ideas are all my babies, because I don’t want to let one go. I love them all equally, and none more than any others. I was hoping one of them would grow legs and become something.

 I am always telling my friends about all my ideas, trying to hook someone into a plan. Trying to pull an old fashion cane around their neck, and pull them down with me. Mostly they laugh, but lately I’ve been encouraged to write them down.

So I am writing them down, in the hopes that it might take some pressure off my chest, to laugh at myself, to see them in black and white computer waves. Or maybe you will my ideas, and want to give me a million dollars. Either way.

Notions. I have them a lot.