Sparkling, brilliant ideas love to distract the poor soul who strives to live the creative life. If you could film this foolishness, you might see this wide-eyed individual out on a wide field at dusk jumping and grasping at flittering, bobbing lights. Much like a child chasing fireflies.
But what happens when that child captures the desired light? She puts it in a jar and oohs and ahs. He laughs and shows it off to anyone willing to stop and see. And then they forget. Perhaps they let the firefly out to entice someone else. Perhaps they leave it in the jar where it dies from lack of air, food, or freedom.
So let’s not compare ideas to fireflies. There isn’t much else you can do with them other than ooh, ah, and move on.
But all the same, perhaps some of us spend a lot of time jumping and grasping at our lovely ideas, our lovely, seductive inspirations, and when we catch them, we don’t actually get something done. They are just buzzing about in our heads–oh, look another one!–and what with all those sparks together do we have?
I think I need a steady light over more shoulder that shines on my work late into the night. A light I can direct to where I need it. A light I can turn on and off. There’s a reason why the lightbulb means we’ve had an idea.
My light is there, I know, but I can’t find the switch. Or maybe I’m afraid of the electric bill.
You’re home. Is your light on?