Today wasn’t a day that I fell down the rabbit hole (although I have had days that felt like that). No, today was more like when Alice cried after taking the “Drink Me” bottle:
“Come, there’s no use in crying like that!” said Alice to herself, rather sharply; “I advise you to leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).
And like Alice, I gave myself good advice, then didn’t follow it.
The advice in question you may have heard or at least heard something similar (and this advice is a particular must for writers):
Always carry a notebook and pen with you, so when inspiration strikes, you write it down immediately.
And so today when inspiration struck for a new blog post, did I write it down? Did I use one of the four notebooks sitting on my desk (two of which I always carry with me in my tote)? Did I use one of the many assorted pens I also always carry with me? Did I even use Word on my laptop or the notes app in my iPhone to jot down the idea?
No. No. No. And no.
Instead I thought, “oh that’s a good idea.” Then subsequently continued what I had been doing pre-inspiration, and *poof*, inspiration was gone.
Just. like. that.
So here I am not writing about the inspired, potentially brilliant, idea. (Because, of course, all forgotten ideas were potentially brilliant.) Nope, I’m writing about my failure to follow my own advice (and the advice of many, many writers).
<sigh> It happens.
And it will probably happen again. And that’s okay. At least I can go home and color in my new Introvert Dreams coloring book that arrived yesterday (and that I started coloring in last night.) And maybe new inspiration will hit and this time, I will write it down.