Idea hunting

I don't have a new idea every day. Not even close.

Sometimes things pop into my head and out through my pen faster than I can even think. Other times it's as if every synapse has gone silent.

When that happens, I usually wait, hoping that an idea will walk up our street, stumble in through the front door, and land in my lap with a, "Sorry I'm late."

Not today.

The street is empty, the front door closed. Looks like I'll have to go on a hunt.

Let me find my walking shoes.