it's knowing that you'll remember tomorrow.
it's having that majorly special creative revelation as you're heading
off to sleep.
it's so incredibly simple, yet astoundingly beautiful!
you definitely do not need to jot it down because it is such an
amazingly significant epiphany that there is no possible way that you
will not remember the entire life-changing scope of it as soon as you
awake.
and so, sure enough, the next day you awake and soon you're right off
to the keyboard and you start typing away!
and after several hours of gleeful elaborations, of typing and typing
the words with great enthusiasm, you decide to take a brief rest,
because you suddenly remember the amazing significance of it yet
again!
you take a moment to sit back from your hours and hours of writing to
once again contemplate that joyous feeling of first realizing it.
so familiar now.
you sit back in wonder.
what lead you to finally realize this great thing?
why hadn't you thought of it before?
and you think about how your present life (and future) is now forever
changed.
all because you didn't bother to jot it down.
...
yes, your daily enthusiastic writing session has yet again been rudely
interrupted by the sudden memory and realization that yesterday you
should have jotted down that life-changing revelation before
blissfully drifting off to sleep.
because you now have no idea whatsoever what it was all about.
not even the remotest glimpse of the thought.
and not only did you NOT remember it when you awoke, it took you
several hours before you even remembered that familiar feeling of
telling yourself that you absolutely did NOT need to jot it down.
that familiar feeling that you were certain that you would remember it
as soon as you awoke.
(because it related to everything you've been doing lately).
there was no way you would not remember it!
but you didn't.
you just took a piss and had some breakfast instead.
and then started typing away on your latest project, totally
oblivious.
...
so you look over at your handy pen and pad, with scorn, and hate, and
anger.
because this is certainly not the first time that this has happened to
you.
and the best thing about being a writer is that this probably won't be
the last time, either.
-$Zero...
the best thing about being a writer -- part LIX
http://groups.google.com/group/misc.writing/msg/83a8be9d5e02f0e3
That never happens to me. What happens is, I'm dreaming, and I have
dreamed up something in written form, and I am completely consumed
with the idea that somehow I can copy it in my sleep so I can preserve
it. Dream logic suggests to me that if there's a pen in arms reach, it
should be possible. But it never works.