I’m not sure how the creative process works for you, Modern Philosophers, but for me, it’s mostly the voices in my head shouting out ideas that they demand I turn into stories. And they’re not always nice about it!
Whenever one of those thought farts actually appeals to me, I’ll scribble it down on a post it note and stick it in my wallet for later.
Eventually, I’ll get around to checking my wallet. That’s when I sort through all the yellow squares and try to:
A. Decipher my own handwriting.
B. Figure out what the hell I meant when I scrawled that particular combination of words down on paper.
This morning, I was rifling through my wallet, looking for what was supposed to be in there, aka money, but instead finding numerous yellow notes with no cash value.
One post it note in particular caught my attention. It read: Deodorant Body Wash.
Since I wasn’t at all inspired to go to work, I thought I’d hang out in the foyer for a while and try to figure out what that little love note from the voices in my head was all about.
Hopefully, it wasn’t an idea for an invention because body wash that serves as a deodorant already exists. If I’d thought that was a million dollar idea, it was definitely back to the drawing board for me.
Was it the name for a poem? That could definitely be a thing. I like to write really bad poetry, the kind that doesn’t rhyme or make any sort of sense, and post it on the blog when I get bored. A poem with such a title would most certainly be something I could see myself writing.
Maybe it was a title for a screenplay. I like offbeat titles that don’t always make sense like .33 Reverse Gunther, so there’s a chance this was just a random title the voices screamed out, and I jotted down just in case I needed a way out there title for a script.
Could I have been thinking of forming a band and considered this to be a fitting name for a group that would most definitely rock? Dude, did you hear that Deodorant Body Wash is opening for Foo Fighters on their next tour?
It could be a potential name for a TV show that I pitch to WABI. I see it as a buddy cop dramedy with lots of action and dark humor. Detective D.O. Durant is totally by the books and always smells great, but his new partner, Detective Bodie Washington, aka Body Wash, is a bad ass rebel and loose cannon, who is a little rough around the edges.
But when searching those Jedi feelings, what I found were mostly naughty thoughts about Daisy Ridley.
I don’t know why I often think about Daisy as Rey from The Force Awakens when I search my thoughts, but all I know is that those thoughts awaken a very creative side of my mind.
It’s a wonder this blog isn’t filled with post after post about Austin and Rey Star Wars fan fiction. Count yourselves very lucky, Modern Philosophers.
In the end, I’m pretty sure that post it note was the start of a grocery list, but even if it was, it ended up being the inspiration for tonight’s blog post.
My mind works in mysterious ways, and I love it!
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