…and I forgot what it is.
I was laying on my couch, half asleep and half watching an episode of Homeland [thank you Amb from Words Become Superfluous, for the recent addition to my TV lineup!] and an idea came into my mind for a blog post.
Like in many cases, I get the idea from a seemingly unknown corner of my brain [I know, scary, right?] and it starts to take form with words and phrases, but most importantly, a feeling. At least that is how the creative process works for me. Some of the time.
I worked through the the concept and I liked it, felt I could get some traction when I sat down at the keyboard to put some meat on the bones.
I even had some ideas for images I might pair with the words. Like a good Cabernet and some dark chocolate.
Then something unfortunate happened. Homeland got intense.
Then something mundane happened. I fell asleep.
As I perused a few of my favorite blogs this morning to start my day, it suddenly dawned on me. I had had a blog post idea of my own. I started to get excited to write when I realized, I was thinking about something night and then I forgot what it is.
It’s gone. Totally gone. Well the frustrating part is not really. It’s not totally gone. If it were totally gone, I’d be in peace, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. But, because I have a tiny remnant of memory that I had had a great idea, it’s driving me crazy that it’s there, but not really. It’s like being blindfolded to hit a pinata. You know that the rainbow colored paper-mache donkey is there, right in front of you and you strike out, here, there, over there, up there, over there , again and again. Wildly. And still, no contact.
I want the idea back as much as the kid with the bat and the blindfold wants the candy.
It could have been about getting an idea to write about. It could have been about the elusiveness of time when you are waiting for something. It could have been about purples horses.
In my fleeting contempt with my suddenly sieve-like brain, I searched for and found a great article that outlines some strategies to capture the muse and the author writes:
I’m obsessed with the concept of creativity, especially how to capture the muse when she finally shows up to the party (usually, fashionably late).
In my case, the muse showed up when I didn’t know we were having a party. I was a rude host and didn’t invite her in, feed and water her or even give her a seat at the table. Next time I will serve fine wine and smelly cheese, with a pad of paper and a sharpened pencil!
What tricks do you use to remember your best ideas?
Now, what was I going to do next?