My mind comes up with so much stuff, and I can't always keep up with it. It likes to drive around in the car -- well, just to be clear, *I* am the one doing the driving. . . Anyway, my brain seems to be like a little kid looking at everything outside, jumping up and down with unbridled excitement, telling me what each treasure could be used for.
"See that? That house could be where the heroine lives. Oh, look at that dog. I wonder why he looks tired. Maybe . . .Wow. Those flowers are HUGE."
It's fun, and a little exhausting, mainly because I can't keep track of all of it. You know how a clothes dryer has a lint trap? I need that for all the ideas that have sprouted during a short drive around the neighborhood. It would be great if I could come home, slide the "idea trap" out the side of my head, stick it into the USB port on the laptop, and then download all the good stuff I've collected.
Of course, there's always the fear that I'd drop the thing in my coffee cup.
Right now I'm trying to remember all the brilliant things that popped into my head while I was driving around on my day off, and all I can recollect is that I need to go buy a lemon and some milk, so I can make this rhubarb cake. I bought the rhubarb at the farmstand, but I forgot the other things, and it was probably because I was wondering whether I should open this novella with the hero's point-of-view, or maybe it would be better with the heroine, and is it long enough to be a novella, or should I call it a short story. . .
When I'm at my job, I constantly jot things down on sticky notes. It can be tidbits my brain is trying to get me to remember the next time I'm sitting in front of the laptop looking at the WIP, or sometimes it will be ideas for a blog post.
I'm always finding these crumpled yellow papers in my pocket or my purse, but half the time I don't know what I meant when I wrote something down. It obviously made sense when I rushed to grab pen and paper to record it.
For instance, I have a sticky note with "Jason" written on it. There's no phone number included (alas) so I can assume this note is meant for writing purposes. I still have no idea what it means. Is it a new story idea? Is it a character name? Is there any end to the possibilities?
It's like a constant mental scavenger hunt around here, deciphering my scratches and scribbles, trying to follow the clues they provide. On the other hand, I'm afraid to throw any of these pearls of wisdom away. What if my brain finally gives me the cipher I need to crack the code. . .only now it's residing in the bottom of the recycle barrel?
I think it's time to build a bigger lint trap.