I had it. Dammit! I did! I had the Perfect line!
I’ve been playing around with an idea for a poem. It may still happen. I’ve got a rough draft.
I was sitting outside with my little dog while he did his business and thought of the PERFECT line for this poem. I thought, “Oh, I’ve got to go inside and write this down RIGHT NOW.” So I quickly go back into the house.
Buy the time I get in the house, sit down and open up the laptop, its gone. It just slipped away! Arrrrrgh!! I’ve got just a whisp, a hint, of what it was and I wrote that down, but it’s not the ONE.
SO frustrating!
Do you have things like this happen when you write? What do you do to solve it?
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
I keep small wallet sized notepads next to my bed, in the living room, bathroom, dining room, kitchen and even on the patio for those moments something does come up
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That’s a great idea! Thanks and thanks for stopping by!
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Take a shower. Ok, that sounded rather rude, but there is something soothing about the water and you have no distractions other than lathering up. The trick is to remember the line long enough to get out of the shower and write it down. OH! Put your phone on record and just speak the line when it comes to you. I find the shower trick is good for problem-solving, too. Good luck my dear, I’m sure it will come back to you, but oh the frustration till it does!
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You crack me up girl!! With this, It was about 60 seconds from the time I thought of the line till I had my laptop in front of me. So no time to towel off. 🙂
I did go ahead and finish the poem, although I’m not happy with it. It’s the one I posted a day or so ago called Remember.
Thanks Linda! 🙂 ❤
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Haha, glad I made you laugh! That’s always my goal!
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🙂
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It happens to every writer. Sometimes I’ll wake up at night with that perfect string of words, repeating it rather than rising to write. I always regret my laziness because, by wake up time, I’ve lost the words. You would think I would learn. But Minnesota winters make rising from a warm bed difficult.
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I have that same problem! 🙂
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yes – I pray to St Anthony, my patron saint of lost things
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What a wonderful idea! 🙂 thanks for stopping by Paul!
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Happens more often the older I get 😊
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🙂 Me toooo.
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Thoughts come and go with me all the time.
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Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
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Always. I just look at as it wasn’t meant to be. But sometimes it comes back days later, in which case it becomes “try again”!! 😊
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Thanks Dorinda! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Penny 🙂
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Yes it happens but sometimes comes back a better and more thoughtful one
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Thank you, I hope so! 🙂
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Oh happens!
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🙂
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Oh no, Penny, that is a nuisance. I wrote a little poem yesterday on a scrap of paper, like I always do, and I have lost it!
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Ohhhh… That’s awful! Thanks for the visit Robbie!
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I hate that!
I tend to write down any random words that come into my head whilst I’m rummaging, in the hopes there is a subconscious clue hidden in there somewhere. Doesn’t usually work though lol.
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That’s a good idea. Sometimes for me all it takes is a word for inspiration. Thanks for visiting!
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It’s like when I’m mentally searching for a name, and I’ll go through the alphabet, lol.
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I will have to try that! I have a heck of a time with finding just the right name sometimes. Thanks!
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De nada!
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Yup happened a lot toll I stated making voice tags on the phone as soon as the inspiration strikes.Hope this helps.
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I don’t always have my phone on me though. But thanks!
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All the time and it’s never as good when you remember just bits
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Me too…. 😦
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I’d say sleep on it; if it was “the one” it’ll come to you! Best of luck!
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Thank you Rebecca! It’s a new day, so I plan on looking at it with “fresh eyes” today. 🙂
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The poem wasn’t meant to be, I could proffer, but I don’t believe that. Go back outside and juxtapose that lost moment. And good luck.
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Thank you for that and thanks for stopping by! 🙂
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