I often goggle at people who want to be writers, complaining that they can’t come up with any ideas. I just can’t conceive how that’s possible. I stumble over so many ideas for possible stories as I cruise through the web everyday, that I couldn’t use them all in a whole lifetime.
Here’s the article I just found on Boing Boing that started me off on this post. The Lab Accident that Led to the Discovery of Supertasters. I’ve been mildly interested in the topic every since I learned about because it explained my peculiar taste buds. Yes, I’m a supertaster, and it turns out that having more than the usual number of a certain type of taste buds has evolutionary advantages.
Because of my genetic twist, I can’t stand alcohol, coffee, oversteeped tea, too-ripe eggplant, or artificial sweeteners. They’re all extremely bitter. The discovery of the supertasters actually started with smell. One scientist could smell a chemical and the other couldn’t. That’s another area where I’m peculiar — smelling things that other people can’t detect. It explains why my husband couldn’t detect that some freshly bought ground beef was just starting to go bad. Turned me off anything with ground beef for quite a while.
What’s the point of all this? Stories! Now that I’ve suddenly connected with this topic, I know that it’s going to be tumbling around in the mental back room until one day the idea for a science fiction novel or short story is going to pop out.