It’s a horrible feeling to not have pen or paper when you have a great idea. It could happen when you’re driving, walking down the street, or doing some yard work–anywhere where a pen and pencil are out of reach.
That great idea clicks in your mind like a missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle. It’s so profound that you slam the break on what you’re doing. And while it’s fresh in your mind, waiting to be noted–waiting to be worked on, you know you have to write it down.
But there is no pen, nor paper. Nothing to write with, nothing to record it on.
You gasp in horror, shaking your head like you should’ve kept the pen behind your ear or in your pocket. I know I should’ve kept the pen on me. And where is that moleskin notebook? Where is that receipt from yesterday?
As you panic in search of a pen and paper, the idea begins to slip away, buried deeper every second beneath the adrenaline that has taken over. It’s like a butterfly that lands on your hand, and you’re looking for your camera to take a picture of it, but at any second, it will fly away and disappear into the sunset.
And then it flies away.
And at that point, you’ve just found your pen in the drawer, the backend of an envelope to write on. But what were you about to write? What was it that put you in panic mood and made you grab that pen and paper in the first place? A great idea, of course. But what was it?
Fallton Havenstonne 