Solon and thanks for all the bees

Or, "Life imitating art: A blog entry (mentally) composed during the bike ride home today"

On the bus ride, I finished reading Douglas Coupland's latest novel, Generation A.
The book is set in the near future where bees have gone extinct. Or so people believe, until five random strangers are each stung.

While riding my bike, and thinking about the book, I had a bee fly into my face.

Well, that's a crazy coincidence, I thought.

Then, I thought, Oh, dude. I'm going to have to blog about this.

Later, still riding my bike, ANOTHER bee flew in my direction, hitting me in the head this time.

At that point, I thought, what would be super creepy is if I end up getting hit by *five* bees...

(Of course, both of these bees may have actually been flies, or some other sort of flying insect, since I didn't particularly get a good look at them, but getting pelted by bees is more interesting since it fit with what I had just read.)

Other things I thought while riding home and composing this entry:

15 years ago (!!!!), I wrote stories with interesting premises, cool characters, and thought out plots (although I usually didn't finish them completely)

10 years ago, I wrote stories stories with interesting premises and cool characters. (and I still usually didn't finish them)

5 years ago, I was down to interesting premises. ...that I didn't complete.

Now, I can't even muster up enough creativity to think of premises for stories.
Not really for a lack of trying, it's just that any story idea I develop ...sorta fizzles out before it really gets anywhere.

It's like my creativity muscles have atrophied.

...

I know that I thought a LOT of other things, and at the time they seemed blog-worthy, but now that a few hours have passed, I've forgotten most of them. And I realize now that I didn't have a decent conclusion (yay for consistency!), so I'll just hit publish post.