have a process for new thoughts.
itís sort of a process.
of a way of writing things down and hoping they make sense later.
And often, they donít.
I was driving the car, and for whatever reason I didnít have any
pens in the car. No paper either, but I could have faked that
part with a napkin. But, yeah, no pen. SoÖ I cheated.
Years of forgotten ideasósome most definitely great ideasóhave
taught me to do what I can to make a note of some type if I canít
get started on any kind of actual writing. In other words, if
I canít sit down and actually start an essay, do whatever it takes
to jot down the concept along with a few notes to jog my memory
about where I was headed.
that meant my cell phone. Quick text to myself.
ďsame thing only differentĒ
what the text said.
I can actually remember myself in the car. I can close my eyes
and see the drive I was on. And I remember that it was a really,
really great idea. Unfortunately, today, this is what Iíve got:
thing only differentĒ
thatís just not enough.
say I had been thinking about driving in snow. The main idea might
be something about how it gets slushy and feels like moving in
mashed potatoes. As I considered it further, I begin thinking
about how the coated roads make the car sound different. And,
off to the side of the road I see dirty snow piling up from the
cars that had been on the road before me. After a few more minutes,
ideas like rain falling and leaving a coating of ice on top of
the snow have been considered. My normal notes on a pad could
ďdriving in snow mashed potatoes
dirty road side snow
muffled driving sounds
coating of iceĒ
this time, Iíve got nothing. Well, thatís not true. For on, I
now have a poem about driving in the snow. Thatís pretty cool
and unexpected. Still, what I do have:
thing only differentĒ
in front of the computer, not even eighteen hours later, I have
zero clue what actually is the same only different.
suppose it is a bit ironic. Forgetting an idea? Done that before.
Plenty of times. Fallen asleep, woken up with a thought and decided
not to get up to jot it someplace because thereís no way Iíll
forget it. Been in a car and figured writing it on a napkin or
interrupting the conversation in progress wasnít necessary. Different
reasons, same result.
it the laundry Iím washing? Maybe it was trash night and I was
wondering about bringing out cardboard recycling with winds in
the forecast. Not sure.
get it back. Hope I do. Because I remember thinking you would
have enjoyed it.