As a habitual doodler, I sometimes get into trouble by being
totally engrossed in my doodle rather than what is happening around me.
I have been known to doodle and loose all
train of thought and unable to hear what is being said.
This was particularly worrisome while in
class where the brain had to be engaged with the material being spewed from the
Oh, well, the little
squiggle of a drawing was much more interesting than memorizing the dates and
events of the ancient whatever I was supposed to be learning.
As each line was drawn it suggested another then another,
etc. The shapes that were formed were
coming alive and growing right there in front of me. These little masterpieces were the here and
now of that particular period of time.
Doodling, squiggling, or drawing absent mindlessly simply takes over and
off to the land of imagination.
On one fall evening I was intending to use copper wire and
practice making chain links. Instead,
this act of aimlessly maneuvering copper wire instead of a pen consumed
me. As I twisted, bent, curled, etc.,
the wire forced powerful movement of line and formed shape consumed all my thoughts. When it ended I had created this little flat sculpture. What was this in my hand? What use does it have? What on earth am I going to do with it? All these questions came to mind. As I studied it, could it be a paper
clip? The answer was Yes! But, there was no way that I could mass
produce the OOAK piece. Then, noticing a
book, on the table, beside me, why not a bookmark. Okay, a bookmark made since. One of a kind bookmark was a great idea. This could be marketable.
Since my brain cells had been used up in creating this
little whatever it was, I could not think of the perfect marketable name. So, the next day I took it to work with me
and enticed my co-workers to help name this little thingy. I explained to them how I created it and how
I planned to use it. Many names arose
from this wealth of mind power. Then one
of the ladies blurted out "Paper Doodles"!
Over the following couple of days I mulled over "Paper
Doodles", "Paper Doodles", "Paper Doodles".
The more I said it the more I liked it.
But something was missing. The
more I stared at the prototype and the subsequent ones to follow; I struggled
with the question of what was missing.
Then out of the blue "Bookmarks with Attitude" rolled out of my