I get these brilliant ideas for things to write at the most inopportune times. Most frequently while driving. I do a lot of behind the wheel brainstorming. And I’ve found that these writing revelations sound much better at 80 mph then they do at 70 wpm. Here is an example of undecipherable notations taken at freeway speed:
Let us assess the situation. One, I wrote this 48 days ago whilst driving home from work in a moment of keen inspiration. I have clearly taken full advantage of this inspiration by letting it go to the idea graveyard of bad bulletpointing.
Here’s what I can make out:
I want to start a serious relationship. A committed, caring, equal parts give and take, full-fledged relationship. With pancakes. And waffles. And bacon and eggs. Breakfast, I can’t get enough of you and I think we’re really good for one another. —somehow I work the term “craven” in here and conclude with my being hungry? I promise it was meant to be really clever and make everyone, including (and primarily) breakfast, want to date me. I need to be more thorough on my idea-jotting. Note to self: notes.
Also, I am really great with diversity. My awkwardness knows no cultural bounds.
As for the rest, I have no idea. Really? Google+? It was divine providence that these ideas never took full form. I have a lot of formless ideas. I’m a half-hearted creative. Make that one-fourth.
A few addendums to my notes.
There is a point where I do not know whether to try harder or to stop trying so hard.
I also try to come up with the “I’ve never” of the day, but I’ve run out of non-humiliating concepts.
