We are not aMused

I have been hunting ideas recently, in increasing fraticosity. I am snatching at whispers, dreaming of addendums, trying too hard. Ideas for me are very much like Douglas Adams’ instructions for flying, which are so brilliant I believe them:

‘There is an art, it says, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.’
(Life, the Universe, and Everything, 1982)

It’s all about the moment of distraction. I’d also like to take a mindful approach, be all Zen about it, but it’s hard to relax when you have a deadline. (You know it’s bad when you decide you must go out and buy a new pen and writing book). I have a proliferation of writing, I’m writing right now, I have lots of possibilities, but what will work? What to pursue?

• Waking up with a different face every day
• Riffing off paintings, joined up Flash fictions
• A liar that lives in a cardboard box
• Resuscitating Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
• What about Witkacy?
• Time travelling cheese monkeys

I could just roll a die like Luke Rhinehart, I could close the book, did Bastian Balthazar Bux ever do that? Or I could just bloody get on with it!