For some reason during the months of November and December, I knew well ahead of time what I was going to write about. In fact, I had the columns blocked out on my snazzy white board. And I thought to myself, "Hey! I'm in the groove here! Ideas will just come pouring out of me from now on!"
Then? January. And my brain froze. It turned into a big old chunk of brain ice. Nothing flowing through that thing.
I write my columns on Wednesdays, and by yesterday I was seriously alarmed. NO IDEAS! NO IDEAS! Until I saw Ken thumb through a phone book, and I thought to myself, "Only old people like me and Ken use phone books." And suddenly an idea was born . . .
I say this over and over again, but it bears repeating: have a little faith in the process, people. Believe that ideas will come. And they will.
Especially when you have a deadline.