It is funny where you pick up an idea. I know I was not born with a truck full of ideas like some people. Take, for example, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She has more ideas than you can shake a stick at, and believe me; I have shaken many a stick at her, behind her back, of course.
I have to scrap around for an idea and then when I do find one I am so exhausted from the search that I am not sure what to do with it.
Then an idea comes looking for me. That is a strange phenomenon.