What Does a Medium Writer Do When He Can’t Remember What He Was Going To Write About?
It was so great last night while I was still in bed!
It was so great last night while I was still in bed!
I've got a good mind. That's not the problem.
I can remember friends’ names from the second grade. I can remember complex math equations. I can remember most of the third act from Julius Caesar. I remember the Gettysburg Address and the motto on the side of Crest toothpaste from the sixties and remember my old phone numbers growing up. I even remember the hospital where I was born, thinking with my limited experience and vocabulary how they really needed to do a different treatment on the walls of the corridors because they were dull and depressing. I cannot be gaslit.
But I can’t remember what I was going to write in Medium this morning.
Wow.
It’s time to write something.
I have to write something. And it’s too late for a tale that's gone forever.
This story could easily deteriorate into a “keep a notebook of story ideas,” but I don't intend for that to happen.
Been there, done that, mentioned it previously. (Awkward as a slogan.)
So today, instead, I will let this story deteriorate into a “write down everything story.”
Try it. I am. It's exhausting and people look at you funny but get on past that. Write it all down.
I try to record it all. Like when my best friend, Barky, eased, unnoticed, under our dining room table during dinner and slipped out a little of his canine humor that no one else found amusing besides him. Write it down.
When your local weather-lady has knees that look like Thalia and Melpomene, and she’s sure that qualifies her to be Corie in the Neil Simon play for our summer stock production of Barefoot in the Park, on her way to Broadway. Write it down.
Reams of notes.
You will end up with reams of notes, the combinations, and permutations of which will give you hundreds of ideas, so many more than simply pre-writing stories or novels.
The end of this cul-de-sac is that I forgot to do my homework, or I could have pulled out my notebook and found that pesky story. or at least, enough pieces and parts of it to recreate the crime scene.
Thank you.
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