I avoid the should of, could of, would of mind set by collecting experiences, ideas, ramblings, random bits of nothings. Motto: Taking chances enhances.
My logbooks have become containers crammed with scraps of ideas, shadows of hard to finish ideas or those outside my ability to organize. Patterns, insane and whacky, scraps of words, lectures to myself. Most thoughts are tiny and not note worthy, but when combined later, I see a newness of thought, a freshness worth considering. It is all about paying attention. Observing and listening to everything around me, I get curious. I begin to wonder. Journals, logbooks, diaries are all the narratives of lives.
Since I am diligent about writing down ideas, happenings, grumbles, I have a record of where my mind has wandered. When I get stuck, taking second and third looks at my logbooks opens up my mind to little ideas. Gotta have those little ideas first. I grab on, rush in and unleash this mental energy, letting it run where it will. (Taking notes though.) Some ideas are totally insane, some worth developing, other put on the sidelines for later or just stored in the back of my mind.
Cover of new blank journal
What to write???? With journals the first page is always
Some how it feels like I am going to mess it up, won't do it
justice, tarnish it.
Maybe if I just put it on the floor, step on it with a dirty
shoe the baptism process will be over with. No ceremony
of judgement. Just mess it up first then on to the important