Almost every day my mind has a minor creative birthing. An idea...

Almost every day my mind has a minor creative birthing. An idea will blossom, and then my mind will twist and darken it. The mutated ideas vary in potency, from little odds and ends details I can use to spice up characters or scenes, to delicious juice to use as the foundation of a chapter, or, on the rarest occasions, it might become the seed of a potential novel. Each and every little birth, like a newborn, wails for attention to be used and used immediately. Some get their wish. Others fade away, perhaps to be re-conjured in the future.