A Strange Malady: Idea Overload

A Strange Malady: Idea Overload

dreamstime_xs_26937930By guest writer, Spero Alexio

I suffer from a writer’s malady known as “idea overload.” The symptoms include an endless stream of ideas along with a limited capacity to see them through to completion. The disorder may be related to being denied chocolate chip cookies as a child, having the attention span of a flea, and an infatuation with Barbara Eden of I Dream of Jeannie fame.

The ideas line up in my head like starving children waiting for a bowl of porridge. They just stand there staring at me like I’m a neglectful father, which to them I am. What they really want is some of my time and the opportunity to explain themselves to me. I tell them to wait in line …

There is no known psychological or pharmaceutical cure for idea overload; you live with it as best you can, like a strange birthmark.

Here are just a few of the stories swirling in my mind: a fictional case study of a young man who thinks he’s a werewolf; a screenplay called The Sex Tape about a discovered 8mm tape of a tryst between Marilyn Monroe and JFK; a short story of the trials and tribulations of an aging Playboy playmate living in Las Vegas …

The list goes on and on.

And then there are plenty of ideas that get discussed for the fun of it before being routinely discarded. Political comedian Peter Elfant and I were amusing ourselves one day with the idea of an imaginary 12-step program called “Liberals Anonymous.” I suggested that the first step should be, “We admitted we were powerless over Oprah, and our lives had become politically correct.” I posted the imaginary recovery program on Facebook and was inundated with requests for meeting information.

Of course, it helps to have a kick-ass editor along with understanding friends who say things like, “I love your writing” and “How’s your book coming along? Have you gotten anything published lately?” and “Are you going to write about me?” The answer to the last question is, “Probably not.”

In the final analysis, I’m just a boy who likes to fly around in his head and only comes back to earth when he wants something to eat … which brings us back to chocolate chip cookies.
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Spero Alexio is a psychotherapist in Las Vegas. He is CEO and founder of Qtherapy, where he is involved in the research and treatment for addictive illnesses with a focus on the dynamics of relapse. Learn more about his therapies at www.Qtherapy.co, where you can also enjoy many powerful articles written by Spero on addiction and related subjects. He can be reached at spero@qtherapy.co

 

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  • CeCe

    Spero, I love your musings. Perhaps you need to focus on one of those ideas and take it further down the road and see where it goes. An idea is only a thought until it develops roots and begins to grow. CeCe

    PS I like the last idea the best. cc

    February 12, 2023 at 10:56 pm
  • Cheryl Cuddeback

    Absolutely love your writing and passion.

    August 30, 2023 at 5:17 pm
    • Spero Alexio

      Thanks for reading. I knew I was a writer at 12 years old when I wrote an essay called, “Spero the Hero”. That was my nickname in Woodhaven, NY (this is before we moved to FH Gardens). My story was about a little old lady who lived next door. I discovered that she was really a man who was building an atom bomb in her basement,.. and
      intended on blowing up the world. I called the police who came to her house. I saw them talking to her outside her and realized that she/he was fooling them. So I climbed on my roof, jumped across to her roof, then jumped off- landing on the bomb making transvetite. The police arrested her/him (them?).
      The last line of the story was: “that’s why they call me Spero the Hero”
      Soon afterward, parents were contacted by the teacher, Mr. Sinclair. It seems that he was slightly alarmed by my story involving a transvestite, bomb making, jumping off the roof, and calling the police… However, I was thrilled. From that point on , I knew I was a writer!

      December 6, 2023 at 3:00 pm
  • Cheryl Cuddeback

    Spero – I can so relate!

    August 30, 2023 at 5:53 pm

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