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 ask? .
Asking what if curiosity is the driving force of creativity?
Being curious, very curious.
Going to document every bit of my frustration, wonder and
curiosity just to see where it leads me. Could be drawings,
words, new ideas, techniques, attitudes, disruptions, just
colors. Why do I like a specific color?
Some how it feels like I am going to mess it up, won't do it
justice, tarnish it. There are no bad ideas.
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