That Moment...

That moment when you notice that your kid does physical exercises with books.

Book called Vuosisatamme kronikka seems to be a favorit.

 

That moment when you made a lot of progress in your third person novel, but then you suddenly think your story would be better in first person.

 

That moment when you're in the middle of moving and packed up the laptop you haven't used in a month.... Only to suddenly get a burst of creativity. So you go to the new house and find that laptop and bring it back to the apartment.... Only to have it sit there unused, yet again....

 

Digital recorder is my friend on situations of sudden bursts of creativity.

Many phones have them. I just like to have a separate machine so that it's easier to record things while walking and listening to something from the phone.

 

I use my phone to jot down thoughts on the go. But when I want to add to my WIP, I prefer a computer (131 pages, so I'd be scrolling for days on my phone trying to get to the parts I want to work on).

 

Ooh! I got another one:
TMW it's your turn to open up the job today....and you forgot the Keys at work on Friday.....

 

I dictate things to my recorder. And when I have time, I write them down.

I don't count these to my progress journal. These are extras.

If you dictate your notes worth 10 minutes a day, it makes a lot of text per year. And big part of that might be useful.

 

TMW you don't know what to make of this:

 

TMW you have a strong desire to draw a character, but you can‘t because when it comes to drawing you are a real failure .

 

TMW you are grieving, and utterly lost and your life loses all meaning and purpose.

TMW you know life will never be the same again, and there is nothing you can do.

 

Draw stick figures and pretend they look like your characters. Yeah, so cool, o.m.g.

Source: Another failure in art class aka myself.

 

Googles...that's not a completely insane misidentification.

 

True, but at least it kind of looked like a penguin.

 

Wtf did I watched...
Who leaves the house without peanuts?

 

There is purpose...

 

TMW when the door falls close behind you, and you realize that the key for it is on the other side.

 

TMW you have a vague memory of a movie trailer in your head. You remember how it looked and you remember that you wanted to see this film. But you no longer remember the film or who was in it! You will never see this film.

For real, though, it was a trailer that came out sometime in the last three or four years-ish (my internal clock has been jacked up since Maria). The camera swings from a wide shot of what appears to be some bar or saloon out in the middle of nowhere. It's dusty and cowboyish, but this isn't a cowboy movie. It's modern day. It's got some pretty blond guy. One of the Hemsworths or maybe Brad Pitt or someone in that mold. I can't see his face anymore because in the trailer, the camera sort of sweeps by him as he presents the setting where the camera stops.

 

TMW after months not giving a toss about the news, you take a look at what's going on... Today.
Why...

 

Although it's not dusty and exactly how you described this reminds me of "Bad Times in El Royale".

 

That's it.
That's it!

I didn't think it was it until I saw the scene in the trailer with Hemsworth in the rain. Wow. Talk about file contamination. It's like I laid the memory of a Tarantino film on top of it like a filter.

Thank you. That was one of those things you can't get out of your head and intensely revisit every once in a while and now I can put it to bed.