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The Good Idea Law

                                                        Art by Ananya Ravikumar
Ahem.
Some time ago, I came up with a hypothesis.
After testing it multiple times under different conditions, I summarise my findings in the form of  the following law:

“The influx of ideas times the desire to write is inversely proportional to the time available under normal conditions and is inversely proportional to the square root of time available when an unpleasant but important deadline approaches.”









I give a report of my experiments to verify the same:

Experiment One: The Keeping of a Diary
Upon re-examination of several years worth of diary entries, the beginning
“Dear Diary,
I’m supposed to be studying <insert boring subject> right now…”
has been found to occur most frequently.

Experiment Two: Writing before an examination
Before an exam, my mind is flooded with ideas and it is with great effort that I keep myself away from the computer and in front of the textbook. 
However, sometimes the writer cannot be restrained. The poem ‘In Another Life’ (see previous blog entry) was written on the night before an exam (at 1 am to boot).

Experiment 3: Writing on a holiday
Writing when I have the time to do it never gives the same level of satisfaction and produces unsatisfactory results.

Experiment 4: This post
I think this post is weird enough to confirm that my law is valid. if I’m not writing before an exam, this happens.
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  1. the paintbrush18 January 2015 at 17:56

    If you're wondering about the mathematical accuracy of this post, I must point out that this law is valid only for t >1.

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