An hour ago I was sitting on my potty and staring at the tiny spot on the bathroom rug. It is plain cotton, off-white, at the moment moderately clean rug from IKEA. As it often happens, the patters of the surface, specks and all, formed into something definable. (For instance, when I lived in Tashkent, on the toilet door frame the shadows of the dents on the wood formed into a Lenin’s face…). Sooo. Yes, the pattern on the rug created an animal. So cute and real it’s features were, that I draughted it immediately on the sketch-pad.
Went on working. (BTW, I just bought this SBI! thing on the net and am in the process of going through the manual. More on it later). After a while walked around the bed… Glanced at the sketch… Eureka! The winner! I am going to make it a character of a highly popular, immensely monetizable series of books!
I can see, you are skeptical. I can hear your “yeah, right…” Well, that’s up to you. But you see, that’s just how the brilliant ideas happen – you have a period of high concentration, most likely preceded by a period of uncertainty and glum. You get to the stage of near-exhaustion, and then – BAM! – you get The Brilliant Idea!
Note to myself: Remember that for my future biographers’ information… Actually, I’ll turn it into a category – FFBI! No, better “For My FBI…”