PiBoId day 2

Well, I was up at 3:00 a.m. and had an idea that I had to write out.  Staying in bed and staring at the ceiling just made the story grow so I had to put it down.  It's weird how an idea comes and then leaves.  It's like squeezing lemons.  There's a lot of juice at the first squeeze and then it peters out.

I'm really getting a lot of insight into how different people write and think.  The ones who have done this before are a full of a lot of suggestions and encouragement.  One gal said she had finished a draft and asked if anyone would read it.  That I think is the biggest thing I have learned is the need to have your writing read by many others.  It goes back to the perception of the reader.  What I intended and what another gets from the same words can be totally different.  Just like siblings.  We all grow up in the same house, same parents, same rules but we all turn out different.  An experience can be remembered differently even though we were there at the same time.  Wild but true.

A lot of my ideas come as single words.  I think I'll take a lot at them and see if anything is developing further.