So I went to work today and hated it. I should have been born a rich man’s son. After I got home I was happy again. Then I sat down to write . . . and became swept away to the tune of about a thousand words. Good, glorious content, too, else I would have just done some re-reads rather than ruin an otherwise good project.
Hmm, what else?
I explained to my wife that every time I have a good idea, if I don’t write it down I usually forget it. I wasn’t kidding. I think it’s because the ideas don’t come from the logical, stepwise portion of my brain. And so, like dreams, I forget them if I don’t write them down.