How is it that my creative thoughts are so connected to my alone time?
Alone, I am never alone. My mind becomes a team on a field of daydreams. My mind morphs into a team of minds. Each mind is a player on a field. The minds begin tossing words like a team of baseball players warming up on the field before the big game. Whiff, swop, Whiff, swop, Whiff, swop, back and forth, the ideas get tossed between all the players in my head. With each toss, my insights grow clear, and my ideas expand and loosen. Soon the thoughts grow with increased velocity and power. The passing thoughts become blurs and make a different sound, Whiff, thump, Whiff, thump, Whiff, thump. Each thump is a sting in the idea pocket of my mind. The sting feels good, and the heat from the friction becomes a word generator pitching out spitballs, curves, sliders, and knuckles at a million joules per second [Yes, that is the measure of energy, and it has a name, I will let you tell me. Okay, that idea came out of left field]. I can only be away from my inner thought team for so long before I get a weird itch to play games or simply catch. I have to take my team into a solitary place where they can play, toss words, and practice their skills. On occasion, I do find another team to play a scrimmage or real game of creation. I have a few teams in this league, and I love it when we get our teams together and create. Come in my world and play with me!
