"Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. . . Something more will arise for later, something better."
--Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
I find myself saving my best ideas. It may be I'm making a plan in the back of my mind as to where they belong. But it may be, I'm saving them because they are oh so precious. This is hoarding.
What is it I am waiting for? A sale on words? A winning ticket of the Creativity Lotto? A coupon on Getting Things Done? A journey to the elusive Someday Isle?
That's enough hoarding, honey, I tell myself. (Yes, I call myself honey.) You can spill all - and still find more, as in the tale of the Wonderful Porridge Pot. Dear little pot.
What ideas are you needlessly saving for later?