In a nutshell....rated for safety.
But such 'tis the life of a writer, chasing one idea or the other, begging the Muses to show you the way to your next big break, drawing your inspiration on a song or a quote or the dumbass you saw doing something stupid last week. Sometimes, like now, it's the rambling thoughts of your uninhibited mind as you pound mercilessly away at your keyboard or scrawl unintelligibly on any scrap of paper you can find. Maybe you sit down (as I did) to write Item A, and yet Item A is somehow replaced by Item B, something completely different than what you originally anticipated. Frustrated, you question whether all the little snippets in your head will ever make it to story length, as you intend. You rail over the difficulty of bringing a story to the world that isn't ready to be birthed. Like an overdue baby ("WHY WON'T IT COME OUT ALREADY????") that is somehow underdeveloped and in need of time in the ICU. Unfortunately, the ICU is closed, and your idea rots away in the compost heap of your subconscious. How depressing. (But don't compost heaps produce beautiful vegetables? Maybe all is not lost after all.....)
As for all not being lost, the Muses lead me in another direction. So abruptly I end this piece that I -
*Author's note - I wrote this piece to reflect stream of conciousness, that is to say, the thoughts of a writer as they struggle to write something. Please excuse any grammatical/punctuation/etc. errors; I made them on purpose. Thoughts generally don't come in complete sentences, and I wanted this piece to be realistic as possible. As for the ending, I left it incomplete to show how fast an idea can come or die out. Finally -- LAUGH!!! It's supposed to be funny!