Your Friendly Neighborhood Creative Pal
Once upon a time, when I was your age, I had an idea. Now that I'm my age, I've had a million ideas. Each one of those million leads to another new idea, ad infinitum. My big frustration is there will never be enough time for me to make all the things that are constantly ruminating about in my brain.
I like to say that I came out of the womb with a wrench in my hands. It was a difficult birth but my mother was a courageous woman. In 1961 my favorite toy was a robot, Mr. Machine, designed by a man named Marvin Glass. It walked, it squawked, a bell rang on his chest, his mouth opened and closed, his arms swung up and down.... and the best thing about this clever creation.... you could take him completely apart and put him back together. 47 separate pieces which required instructions from the Pentagon in order to reassemble. For me however, I was somehow able to build him back up with no help from the instructions whatsoever. Yes, sir. Back together in record time, turn the key, and watch him live again. Every time. That is until I, like a thousand other children, began chewing and digesting the plastic parts making them unusable from that point on. I may have swallowed a nut or wheel which I believe is still lodged somewhere in the colon. . . . By then, the "making" bug was upon me and could not be flicked away by any metaphorical thumb and index finger.