Where do some ideas go to? Yesterday I walked up the road to Uni, my head filled with an idea for a blog post. I remember that it was something I’d been thinking about for a while without having a firm idea of how to approach it, and as I walked I found my angle. I crafted sentences as I walked in the sun, watching the world as I walked and enjoying the autumn day. No need to write this all down, I thought – it was such a familiar topic that it would be clear to me later.
Then a meeting, and another, and then some news that held my attention for the rest of the day. When I sat down later to write I realised that my idea had gone – it had softly and silently vanished away. Was it a Boojum, or will my Snark return?
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Lewis Carroll (author), Henry Holiday (illustrator), Macmillan (publishers), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
It’s like that old saw, “If you love something let it go,
If it doesn’t come back to you, it wasn’t yours to begin with.”
I do feel though it will come back, eventually, given enough time.
Snark is lazy, just hanging in the shadows, for now.
Or maybe Snark is just shy, and waiting for all the noisy ideas to go away?