I hadn't mentioned this before, but I had lost my "idea book".
It's basically a little scribbler that I carry with me so I can jot notes whenever an idea comes to me. I even have it sectioned off for my blog, photos, poems, and other thoughts. Not that I couldn't have created another, but when it disappeared, I felt as though the ideas had gone with it. Many of them I might have remembered at some point, but I worried that others would be gone forever.
Almost two months without it. The last time I remembered seeing it was in a hotel in Halifax; I couldn't remember leaving it there, but I couldn't remember not leaving it there, either. I pictured it having fallen behind the desk, to be found some day by the cleaning staff or a future guest. My thoughts exposed - imagine! Of course, those random ideas could hardly have been deciphered by anyone, let alone someone unknown to me. More likely, my half-poems and blog titles would have been tossed out with the leftover pizza.
Fast-forward to last night, when I was looking for paper in my "bills" basket to write good morning notes to my kids. There, in the midst of all that considerably un-inspirational paperwork, was my idea book.
Do you know how, when something good happens, you feel like calling someone to tell them about it? Well, that's how I felt - quite celebratory, in fact. I didn't, though - someone might have thought I was losing my mind when I told them I had found my thoughts!
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
So Many Ideas, So Little Time
Do you ever have those times when you are just bursting with ideas, but the daily routine of life seems to get in the way? If only I could have a snow day!
I've started to carry a little notebook in my purse for these moments (that is in addition to the one I keep by my bed, the one in the kitchen, and the one in the desk!). I get absolutely restless with these thoughts running circles in my mind, hardly able to stand not being able to have the time to get to them.
...And the kids are calling for second bowls of cereal... So here I go...
I've started to carry a little notebook in my purse for these moments (that is in addition to the one I keep by my bed, the one in the kitchen, and the one in the desk!). I get absolutely restless with these thoughts running circles in my mind, hardly able to stand not being able to have the time to get to them.
...And the kids are calling for second bowls of cereal... So here I go...
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