The last blog post I wrote was lame. I knew it was lame, my dh said it was sweet but lame and my mom said it was lame.
It was. She said it was an okay idea but not only are people sick of winter, they’re no doubt sick of even talking about winter.
I told her I wanted to write about writing next, and she said “Where ideas come from?” And I said, exactly!
That’s the reason I write books with my mom. We have an almost symbiotic relationship, not to mention she dazzles at what I’m not good at and I’m an idea person, which has never been her forte she will say.
This works domestically too. She’s lived with us for going on eleven years, and she doesn’t mind loading and unloading the dishwasher, and I have no problem washing the pots and pans. My husband cooks, and mom and I both know how fortunate we are in this department.
But I digress.
Where do ideas come from, for everything from blog posts to books?
For more than ten years, I told my reporting students to avoid question leads if at all possible because that kind of opening is weak and leads the reader to say ‘who cares?
Apparently I’m not quite over the lameness yet.
I’m in a slump.
So stay tuned for ‘Where do ideas come from, part two.’
By then maybe I’ll have some idea besides the ether.