Inspiration and insidious Inception
This morning I went over my short list of possible topics to write on for various publications and topping the list was "do zombies dream?" Then again, I also had one on the propensity of ghostly activity trapped within the stone walls of structures due to the magnetic content of the rock, and one on why I like cheese so much. Let's just say I'm eclectic.
Friends tell me inspiration strikes while they're in inconvenient places like the shower or in the car while driving with only a two-year-old to shout notes to. The only thing I'm doing in both of those places is singing bastardized zombie songs - though I don't have to change the words to Bad Romance - and I somehow manage to find inspiration through offhand Twitter remarks and at Food Lion deciding whether the family colon needs 9-grain wheat or if I can slip in some white bread without dire consequences. I know. Envy me.
What's next on your topic list? I'm going to spend the day thinking of the karmic consequences of Inception until my brain explodes. And cheese.