by Tom Swift

Ideas have heat. They are like chili: they are mild, medium, or ohmygawd hot.

Ideas, following with this metaphor, cool.

Sometimes that’s a good thing.

Sometimes the hot ones are too hot. Ta-ssss!

In my case, I have too often allowed perfectly cooked ideas to get so cold they spoil.

That happens. Ideas spoil.

They may have been perfectly good, too. Useful to someone. Certainly better off in the world than in my noisy head.

But if you don’t express ideas quickly enough they rot.

I wonder how much a rotted idea weighs.

I know only that it is not zero.