I used to have ideas. I had them pretty much all the time. They felt fresh and original whether they were or not. Most were unusual in not being part of convention. I was no slouch even trying to implement my ideas but soon realised that implementation was hard. Having an idea was one thing, applying it was another. Putting it into practice was so much more difficult. Having it was sparky and fun, following where the imagination lead. Implementation required grit, determination and dogged patience.

As time moved on and I became more weighed down with lack of success I was less enamoured of ideas. I would then tend not to pursue them. The thought of long periods of endeavour without the satisfaction of a score was too frustrating. The time lapse between having an idea and dismissing it became shorter such that I would almost dump an idea without bothering to indulge the imagination with its possibilities. Now an idea has no sooner come than I let it pass because of its improbability. That time lag is virtually zero which amounts to not having any ideas at all now. They are all dead-born.

Shame.