So often during the day, when I’m away from here, I see things or hear things or think of things which I want to write about. Sometimes it is so clear in my mind I can imagine how the different paragraphs would look, what tags I’d use and which picture I’d choose as my featured image. I come back here and,’pouf!’ all has gone… I know I should have a notebook with me and jot things down. I do carry a note-book and I do jot things down (when I remember) but then I can’t make sense of the jottings, or the moment has gone and the thought isn’t relevant, or I’m driving or in a situation where I can’t make a note. I’m never short of things to write, but those elusive ideas always seem to be flapping around somewhere like little birds, and just occasionally I hear one call, or if I’m lucky one comes swooping down and lands on the keyboard.
Lois Elsden 