![]() Ideas tend to flow endlessly during coffee breaks. So instead of letting them flow endlessly into the realm of forgotten potential, they're kept in a box. Once in a while, an idea becomes too much to be held in a box and ends up painting itself into the realm of reality by becoming a story of fiction. A dream, a fantasy, a nightmare. Anything can exist in reality in a form that is anything but reality. That's the true beauty of fiction. So I'll keep this box of mine, one I so tenderly call my 'Coffee Box', and help these fleeting ideas turn into something more. |