for example, waiting in my car at a stoplight, the smell of someone smoking the same brand of cigarettes as my paternal grandmother will send a rush of half-baked memories and ideas into my head. thankfully i was only a block from my destination at the time so i could scribble furiously in short order.
incidentally i wish i *knew* the name of my grandmother's cigarettes, i'll have to ask my dad about that one.
but the real outbursts of creativity are my dreams. for example, last night involved:
- a paramecium-shaped tablet (and yes i had to doublecheck the spelling. i started transcribing my dreams at 645am!)
- writing a very funny story on aforementioned tablet
- coworkers who did not understand either calculi (the horror!)
- driving in nighttime rain with crazy people
- driving at sunrise, with emma thompson batting her eyes
those are the highlights of what i remembered enough to write down. i also had a vague recollection of being at an airport trying to find a boarding pass, and running onto the plane at nighttime, but that's all i've got there.
anyway, when i first started the writing blog, i was insanely prolific. dreams, random scribblings all the time! then, i suppose quite naturally, it waned. i've still managed to post each month since i started, but...it bothers me that i'm not writing as much. or at least it was bothering me quite a bit until i realized that a) it's been insane at work for a while and b) when i'm not at work i'm pretty damn busy with the work of job hunting, freelance and i don't know, the usual chores and errands that fill up our lives.
so i decided to give myself a break. until i get into a better place work-wise, i'm off the hook. if i write, excellent! if i don't, hey that's ok too.
and at least for today, i get an excellent. any night that involves writing a funny story, rain dancing and emma thompson is alright in my book. especially if i get to write about it the next day.