Ideaphoria For Hire

So I took an aptitude test awhile ago that I really enjoyed. One of the things it said I was good at was ideaphoria, which by their definition is the ability to come up with ideas ad nausem. Which if you ever talk to my beautiful wife, she can confirm. Sometimes it is better to keep the mouth closed.

I find that this ideaphoria is both a blessing and a curse. Everyday I am bombarded with thousands of story ideas. Some that I like so much I want to write them down. So I sit down and unleash the wordflow and soon I find myself bogged down in the humdrum of novel writing. My creativity gets sapped by the reality of what is required to do it justice, and then an equal or better idea springs up and I bounce off chasing that one. So I end up with lots of unfinished stories. I know there is probably some medication for this sort of thing, but that is not the purpose of this post. I know what I need to do to overcome that. I just need to do it. But while i slay personal demons, I thought I could turn my idea habit into something productive. Consider me your real, live writers wheel. 

So, with that in mind, I have decided to put myself out there. If you need a story idea, or to resolve a problem, create a problem, develop some part of your book/world/whatever. I am willing, at no cost to you, to launch a barrage of ideaphoric missiles in your general direction. You don’t have to like them, you may mock them, do whatever you want with them. I am just letting you know that I am here to help. And did I mention the money back guarantee? Try me out. If you don’t like my taste, then go and get some taste! :P  

You don’t have to tell me confidential things about your story, just the general thing you are seeking help with and then I suggest runnning for cover.  I love shock and awe.

6 Responses to “Ideaphoria For Hire”


  1. 1 DOMINO December 7, 2008 at 11:18 pm

    Haha! Okey. *Bookmarked in case of emergency.

  2. 2 Ben December 8, 2008 at 12:42 am

    I may seriously take you up on that. Because I’m really not that creative when it comes to new story ideas.

  3. 3 quarto December 8, 2008 at 11:25 am

    Yeah it’s nice living with him, because whenever I’m stuck, he’ll give me three great options on how to move on. And he’s good at action scenes.

  4. 4 amelia December 9, 2008 at 10:21 pm

    dude does this count for ideas for paintings?????
    lol i love doing them, not so confident in the ideas

  5. 6 XerxesUnicorn December 27, 2008 at 1:13 pm

    BTW, I really liked reading your “Macbeth”. I wish I could write “instant tension” like that. And very very cool point of view character interior monologue (hey did I use enough technical jargon to make you think I know what I’m faking about?)

    Here’s my dilemma. Enjorran has discovered a secret vault in the Royal palace where the Templar treasure has been stashed. Mostly, the treasure is about a wagon load of ancient writings from Jewish sources that were discovered buried in the Temple mount (stashed before Tiberias crushes Rome in 72 AD) by the Templar Knights.
    Also, there is a shofar (sacred ram’s horn) and the priestly ephod which is made of gold inset with 12 gems representing the 12 tribes of israel. also a Urim and thummim (2 loose large crystals) for translating (of course, he doesn’t know that quite yet). ALSO in the vault is a mummified Templar knight, still on guard, still in armor, who died in the vault as a last gesture to protect it.

    Half way through the story, Enjorran has to rescue his lady love and her two children from the clutches of his evil cousin, Philippe who has usurped the throne from Enjorran. The only place he can hide everyone is this secret vault. With the help of his trusty servant, Erart, (who actually knows all about this treasure vault since he was the one who put the stuff there originally) the family is secretly fed and watered as Jory begins to translate a few of the writings and realizes how important they really are. (they teach eternal principles about revelation, god, etc that the Catholic church wants suppressed).

    Here’s where it gets tricky. Philippe’s men are still searching for the 4 people, and the crying baby gives Enjorran away. The vault is opened, and the treasure is discovered.

    Philippe is more interested in the gold and “diamonds” rather than the manuscripts (he isn’t much of a scholar) but he would want to burn the books just to please the catholic clergy and devestate Enjorran.

    These manuscripts REALLY have to be saved in a very cool, creative, ingenious manner. Here are some things we’ve hashed over so far:
    1. Switch the books out with other books in the Library–Philippe isn’t observant enough to know that he would be burning the wrong books.
    2. Have a secret escape tunnel where Celine, Enjorran and maybe the servant, have to hustle out the books to a secret destination (crypt under the Notre Dame Cathedral?).
    3. Have Erart, the servant who was orignally charged with saving them from destruction–(his younger brother was a Templar Knight murdered in 1307 because he wouldn’t divulge the whereabouts of any treasure) Erart could have spent the last 20 years making a copy of each book and ferreting them away somewhere else. (But I don’t like this at all)
    4. Have a surprise that the vault itself is actually a half-circle room which has a matching room on the other side, and the entire room can rotate on huge ball bearings so that a person walking in THINKS they are in the same secret vault, but they are really standing in the other half. Does that make sense? (Alan likes this one).

    ANY IDEAS??? I also like shock and awe–do don’t be shy.


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