THE GREATEST IDEAS

I had a great idea the other day. Literally just popped into my mind out of the midnight blue sky above my head while I was driving home.

Now I can’t remember what it was.

Oddly enough, I remember having the idea. If that’s not a kick in the teeth I don’t know what is.

Similarly, I was in conversation with a friend last week and they said something brilliant. I remember thinking, self, remember this. There’s a good riff in there somewhere…

Poof. Gone.

I can remember where we were standing, which running shoes I had on, and the smell of concession stand popcorn hanging in the air.

But I cannot remember the turn of phrase.

Is this early onset dementia? Is this lack of discipline on my part? Do I need to carry a little notebook everywhere I go?

I honestly don’t know.

I am beginning to suspect that creativity has more in common with weather than machinery.

You don’t manufacture lightning.

At best, you stand outside long enough to catch it when it comes.