Anyway, I consider this an “Ideas” book. When a thought comes into my head, I take out my little book and write that thought down. A lot of those thoughts end up in stories or essays but some don’t.
A little while back, I wrote down that I should write about all those strip clubs in Covington, Kentucky back in the early 1990’s. Now, I can’t stand the thought of doing it.
Once I wrote down, “Life is like a dull sentence. You have to move words and punctuation around to keep it interesting.” I guess that’s true, but there isn’t much of a story there.
I once wanted to write about Hot Rod Magazine, wondering why I was getting emails from them daily wanting me to subscribe. Instead, I contacted them and told them to take me off their damn emailing list.
In my apartment and on my walls, I have many photos of family members living or dead. I thought it might be interesting to write about them, but that’s more of a visual thing and it’s also private. I’m not going to do it.
Back in the late 70’s or early 80’s, a friend and I did the musical score for a play for the Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park. It was in their small theatre and the play was called “Sabine’s Story”—I think. I don’t remember enough about it to put any meaningful words together.
“You’re eating your white bread now.” I once had an aunt who said this a lot. I think it’s a funny line and in the past I’ve tried to find out it’s meaning with no success. I’ll just keep it in my notebook.
Now keep in mind I haven’t listed every unused idea I have in that notebook—just the ones I don’t think I will ever use. Of course, writing this post about those unused ideas is a way of putting together a little essay. I think I kind of knew that even before I started writing this.
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