Ideas Are Fleeting · 7 May 2022

I am sure I have written about it before, but I must say again that ideas are fleeting.

No matter what kind of creative person you are, ideas are fleeting. They are like fast butterflies. You need to have the net or the camera ready to capture them before they flit away at the speed of sound. Or maybe the speed of light. At any rate, ideas are certainly fleeting.

Many creative people carry notebooks or sketchbooks with them wherever they go. It is smart. Capture those ideas before they flit away. Some people even keep those notebooks near their beds so that they can jot down those ideas that come while they are sleeping or somewhere between sleeping and waking. I used to do that. But writing in the dark while half asleep does not often produce legible ideas. Sometimes it might spark a recollection, but usually, the note is just a scribble on a page.

I have ideas that I have captured on my phone and in notebooks and in an idea document on my computer and even in my document that holds my blogs. Some of those ideas have even turned into blog posts and books. Some just lie dormant. Some should be thrown onto the slag heap and thrown away. But that is the nature of ideas. Some are good ideas. Some are not.

Which is funny to think about. Those not so great ideas must be like moths. They are a bit slower and easier to catch than those speedy butterflies of the previous analogy. But we do not know that the bad ideas are just moths drawn to our creative flame. They look pretty, but when we catch them, we realize that they are not the great ideas we thought they were. But we cannot just let them go. We just put them in a jar and pin them to a board to show off how many of those ideas we have collected. And we might even believe they will turn into butterflies someday.

(Have you ever noticed how some people can take analogies too far? I have. It is a bit annoying. You might have a good one to start with, but then you go on and on and on until it is nothing like you envisioned. Ah well.)

But back to fleeting ideas.

I do believe that every idea has potential. Which is why I hate the thought of losing ideas. Unfortunately, I know that I lose ideas all the time. Ideas come and ideas go. And ideas get caught and used. Or ideas get caught and end up never being used. None of that really matters. What matters is that we take the time to catch our ideas and assess them. Then, we can either develop those ideas or save them for later or throw them away. But if ideas are like quick butterflies, we need to catch them before they flit away.

Well, it has been a long time since I have caught butterflies. Either with a net or with a camera. But I have caught lots of ideas. And I have lost a lot of ideas. But I do not fret over the lost ideas. Although sometimes I might dwell on one that I lost. But in the end, we need to work with what we have. And for those creative types, that means we just need to work with the ideas that we actually have and not worry about the ones that got away. (Which is quite another story.)

I am sure I will catch glimpses of great ideas and actually catch some bad ones in the future. And I will surely remember that when it comes down to it, ideas are fleeting.

© 2022 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Somebody’s Sixtieth Birthday · 30 April 2022

If somebody you know is having a sixtieth birthday, make sure that you say HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Some people downplay the fact that they are turning a certain age. Fifty. Sixty. Seventy. One-Hundred. Okay. Maybe people do not downplay 100, but they often do downplay other milestone years. Those decade years seem to be the ones. So when somebody turns thirty or fifty or sixty, make sure to commemorate those years. At least make sure that you let those people know you are thinking about them on their special days. On their special years.

Somebody I know is turning sixty. Or by the time most people read this, will have already turned sixty. I cannot name this person lest I be chastised. But I want her to know that I know it is a special day. A special year. And that she (who must not be named in this blog lest I be chastised and browbeaten) is special. So I say to her, “Happy sixtieth birthday!”

By the way, if you know somebody who is going to turn sixty who does not really want people to know that he or she is turning sixty, do not say anything about the number. After all, some people are sensitive about those things. You probably know somebody like that. Somebody who is having his or her thirtieth birthday for the thirtieth or thirty-first time. Which by the way, is not the case of the person I am talking about.

(I do not know if you know this, but it is difficult talking about somebody when you cannot say anything personal about the person. It is like keeping a secret about a surprise party or a surprise gift. Which is not to say that anything like that is going to happen or did happen. After all, I would get in trouble for surprises too. But that is quite another story. Which cannot be told either.)

Well, I am not sure I can say much more about sixtieth birthdays without mentioning the birthday girl. Or at least without giving more specifics about the birthday girl. I will say this though. I might not be the best gift giver or the best party planner or the best anything for that matter, but I do care. I do try to make sure the people in my life know that I care. I may not remember all their birthdays or other milestones. I may not call or write as much as I ought to. But I do what I can to let people know that I care. Which may or may not include writing about them. Even without really writing about them. I hope that counts for something.

Well, to she who must not be named in this blog lest I be chastised and browbeaten, I wish a happy sixtieth birthday.


© 2022 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Write Something Profound · 23 April 2022

I would like to write something profound. Just once.

I am not sure that writers really set out to write things that are profound, but then again, maybe they do. Some surely succeed. Some surely do not. Or maybe that is just perception. Perhaps writers who seem profound never really did set out to write anything profound. Perhaps they just set out to write. Perhaps they felt compelled to write. And in all the writing that they did, somebody found something profound. Whether it was meant to be there or not.

I tend to think that most authors do not intend to write anything profound. They just write. They write stories and people think those stories are profound. But when those same writers actually set out to write something profound, nobody thinks that particular writing is very profound. But then again. Maybe that is just me. Or maybe that is just my conjecture.

When I look at writing objectively, trying to write something profound is a wild goose chase. At best.

Unless of course, I just want to be literal.

Something profound.

There. I wrote “something profound.” Woo hoo! I accomplished my goal for the day.

But seriously. When we really think about it. Writing is like that. We cannot write something profound just by sitting down with the goal of writing something profound. At least I cannot. I can barely write anything coherent, let alone profound. But that is okay. I do not write for the critic. I write for an audience of one really. I write for myself. Yes. I write for my readers. (Both real and imaginary.) But none of them has ever said that I was profound. And I do not expect them to do so. Probably because I do not take myself too seriously. Yes. I take my writing seriously. How can I not. After all, if I was not serious, I would not sit at my keyboard six days a week trying to come up with something that might be considered a little more (or maybe less) than drivel. Again, I do not do it for the critics. I do it because to not write would be like trying to go through life without breathing. (I am sure I have said that many times before.)

Well, if you have read this far, you know that I am probably not going to say anything more profound that saying the words, “something profound.” But that is okay. I am okay with not being profound or deep or meaningful. I am okay with being just a hack with a website. I am okay with being a monkey at a keyboard. I may never come up with the works of Shakespeare or anything even close, but perhaps my writing might be a little more coherent than that proverbial monkey.

If someday more than a couple people actually read my writing, perhaps they will deem it worthy of critique and study. Perhaps they will put deeper meaning into the words where no deeper meaning was meant. And that is okay. Just know this day that even when I want to write something profound, I never do. Unless it is by accident.

I know. Not very profound. Ah well.

© 2022 Michael T. Miyoshi

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