Ideas are a tenuous thing.  Sometimes they rush forward like a waterfall, crashing and colliding, changing shape and form until they are barely recognizable.  Other times, they trickle like a muddy pond, stagnant and green.  This last week has been one of those times.

My last post took a lot out of me.  I worked hard at it, and poured a lot of myself into it.  Possibly too much.  I felt drained and tired and beat myself up for not being able to find an idea that moved me.  And then this last weekend I had a bad four days and barely made it through work, let alone writing.  I was an exposed nerve, raw and painful, and just not ready to open up.

This brings me to today, two full weeks since my last (real) post.  I’m still not sure what to write about, but at least I feel like I can write.

I have so many unfinished ideas; rivers that have fallen to streams, to trickles, and then stopped.  I have so many half-understood thoughts and stories inside that need to come out.  And then I got the seed of an idea, just a seed.  I feel that familiar little bundle of excitement in the pit of my stomach.  And then the dam broke.

You guys might be in for quite a ride.