We like to think monsters hide under beds, in closets, in the dark skittering corners of alleys. We cast them as The Other in our ongoing head-sagas.
If you spend longer than five minutes near me, you're probably going to hear me say, "Let's make a list." It drives my free-spirited friends mad. My desire to plot and plan doesn't extend to my creative projects, as I find I tend to over plan and suck the marrow from them before they even get started. So how do I find a balance? How do I feed my need to plan and not stifle the flow of random dot connection that makes an idea breathe?
What is a brain dump? Imagine your brain as a backpack or purse that you've been lugging around for three months. Stuff has Accumulated. There are old receipts, that thing you need to take back to that person, loose change, old used(!) tissues, a couple of chocolates, and an emergency pair of flats, bare minimum. The weight of carrying all that garbage around starts to take a toll on your back and shoulders. When you dump it out, you're amazed at the untold detritus of your life that comes tumbling onto the table. You vacuum the lining, sort out what's really useful, dump the trash, and repack. Everything is tidy and light.