Where do ideas go?

I have ideas. My brain fizzes and pops with them. I write them down, work on them for a bit, then WHOOSH they’re gone, stale, crumbled, set aside like a christmas toy without batteries.

I think they are hiding in a storage locker, down in the recesses of my brain.

I want to know who stole my key to the ideas locker, so I can go retrieve some of those ideas and get them back working for me. Good grief, don’t they know I offer a great dental plan?

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