My mind is like a traffic jam. Ideas are stuck, unable to move, honking their little horns and shouting, "What about ME?" Other ideas are going to fast, they can't stop, they don't even realize they are about to hit a dead end . . . and then it's too late! They crash, shatter into pieces. It may take months for them to recover, years, decades! And then there are the little ideas, the ones that glide swiftly through the others and make it through the confusing mass of words and feelings. Those are the ones that reach the goal, make you smile, make you catch your breath. They don't come often, sometimes you have to wait a long time. But they do come, and it's worth it.