Could a brief nap provide inspiration?
Well, so much for that idea. I had come up with a bright idea: if I was to pretend to fall asleep, after a large meal, I could get one of those thought streams that seem so wonderful, at the time. A whole post, composed while threading my way through a dream field.
Realistically, that’s not how it happens. Certainly at some future moment, we’ll be able to attach an electrode to an earlobe, and the latest iteration of Windows on a Intel will refine the raw material into a best seller. But fur now, nada.
And so, with the sounds of a windstorm setting the tone of the house on edge, I’m back to my normal method. Winging it. There is always the news, for inspiration. Let me see: in BC, incoming rainfall. As if flood waters weren’t already doing a decent job of an apocalytic event.
In the states, some guy fleeing a knife fight in his SUV decided to drive through (not by) the local Santa Claus parade. They are still tallying his knock ‘em down totals. And in Europe, wave number whatever we’re up to is putting whole countries into shutdown. Not how we want this year to end, even as we wish (for this year to end).
In a day of directed advertising, the simple moment of price checking on the value of a down-filled vest now means that my whole social media ad line is filled with puffy pastel garments. And not just mine: this is a house warming event.
Of course with the gusts heard from outside, this might be a welcome purchase.
