Creative Crisis

I often feel like I spend my days watching my little and big ideas float away and dissipate into the thin ethers. I may be working, I may be driving, I may be at a thrift store buying $1.00 vintage purses to sell on eBay. I may be on the phone with my mom, I may be emailing some hilarious bullshit with my friends. But what I'm really doing is generating ideas like a portable aimless think tank. A roving think tank. Like a broken robot, still performing the tasks that are hardwired, but to no purpose. And it's not like a "jump to conclusions" mat that I'm talking about. I'm a problem solver. Virtually everything I encounter forces me to come up with an innovation of some sort. And I'm sick of saying "They should come up with a..."
Anyway, I know most people come up with stuff when they're driving and then they think, "oh that would be nice if it was a product" or "that's a good storyline" or "that's the proper way to negotiate that deal!" but they don't get upset when they can't apply the idea, so they don't think it through entirely. Because I think it through, I develop it- the little idea grows up like its own little person. And then it slips out of existence, it dies. Because I am not the creative director of a think tank. A branding consultancy. And I'm wasting my time doing whatever it is that I do every day, and I'm wasting my ideas. So I'm going to try to put it into a package like this: I am going to create a blog about ideas and their personalities, to memorialize all of those which have passed. Rest in peace; in honor of my wasted creativity. I'm going to call it Creative Crisis. And then this blog can be about consumption and architecture, like it was always meant to be.