Sometimes the dilema with having SO many ideas is that everything becomes interesting. How is this a problem you ask? Well, it isn't really, except that I begin to collect things.
Stuff that sparks my imagination.
All these possibilities lead to me having piles...not those type silly!
I have piles of:
Stash, what a wonderful hoard. An amazing mix of pleasure and pain, if only I could make as fast as the ideas arrive!
Making and creating means having a certain amount of equipment and it can easily get out of hand if not well organised.
These piles like to migrate from one place to another, intermingle, play hard to find, grow and diminish. Though my piles weigh me down occasionally, they are rather comforting in their way.
I have piles more bubble wrap waiting to metamorphose!
I also have piles of dishes and washing...including piles of reasons to avoid doing them just yet and piles more words in my head to throw around!
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.