Lots if not most writers take notes, jot down ideas, carry a book to scribble stuff in, have a diary, make lists… I actually don’t, it’s all in my head until i write down an actual thing, which might be a chapter, or a few pages, putting my ideas in some sort of context. Every so often I think that really i ought to take the advice of other writers – some of them famous published authors, and actually note down ideas which come to me, or observations, or things I overhear in a passing snatch of conversation.
The only problem with this splendid idea, is that when later i come across said lists, notes, jottings, scribbles I very rarely have the least idea why thy were significant, or what i intended with them. A few days I shared some of these random and ultimately meaningless jottings which I came across in a list. Here are the remaining nine, and I just cannot imagine what I was going to write from them:
- Right down to Cornwall
- I ended up at the cathedral
- An original play on words
- We’re all going home
- Chilly bomb
- A fine young man
- You ain’t getting mine
- Put your teeth int’it
- It just made me scream
Here’s a link to the other mishmops:
Lois Elsden 