I’m not sure how the creative process works for you, Modern Philosophers, but for me, it’s mostly the voices in my head shouting out ideas that they demand I turn into stories. And they’re not always nice about it!
Whenever one of those thought farts actually appeals to me, I’ll scribble it down on a post it note and stick it in my wallet for later.
Eventually, I’ll get around to checking my wallet. That’s when I sort through all the yellow squares and try to:
A. Decipher my own handwriting.
B. Figure out what the hell I meant when I scrawled that particular combination of words down on paper.
This morning, I was rifling through my wallet, looking for what was supposed to be in there, aka money, but instead finding numerous yellow notes with no cash value.
One post it note in particular caught my attention. It read: Deodorant…
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