All right. Seems like trying to pinch the germ of an idea out of one’s cerebral petrie dish is the hard part. I’m already a chapter in to my work. For me–THIS is the comparative cakewalk.
Those that have been following my semi-cryptic writing escapades have already realized I play my proprietary cards close to the vest. I’ve noticed, some of you are exactly the opposite; you literally flesh out your work–on your blogs–chapter by chapter. What is it YOU know that I don’t?
I say this because I have what I believe to be great ideas. What I don’t have yet is an agent. I have a robust distrust in my fellow man in such a way that I can literally SEE the ravenous, idea-scavenging jackals with an already established literary agent running to print with some crummy, one-off and poorly-written expectoration. And watching it get published, because maybe it was breaking new ground.
Then, I also see me; some marginalized “fifth Beatle,” carping about it all being “my ideas,” when it was.
Nicolae Tesla. Nuff Said.
So I ask? How free are you with your ideas in arenas like this?
Master Of None 
While running in the miserable heat and humidity we have been having here, I had the great thought of developing a “Running Misery Index” in which one could figure out ahead of time how much misery the run was going to cause, based on selected variables (such as heat and humidity). I thought it was a great idea. It was also a great way to pass the time while running and feeling like I was going to die. I decided to Google it. Turns out at least a couple of other people have had my “great idea” as well. I’m still thinking about doing it, since it will filter though my personality and my own experience of running.
A wise man once said there is nothing new under the sun. What is new is how it filters through your personality since there is no one exactly like you in this whole world.
Relax, man. Cast your literary bread upon the waters and it will come back to you.