Every day as I work through my life I am always thinking about what to write next. I pencil my thoughts into Notes or start a draft on Substack so as not to lose out on these thoughts.
Yesterday, I was making my morning coffee and a couple of fully formed thoughts came into my head. OMG, I thought. These are good ideas to build upon. One of them is so short that I should write and publish it straight away. The other was meaty and needed some work to publish.
I was not near my phone and therefore I did not write it down. And lo and behold, by the time I drank my coffee, followed by the distraction by the dog, I did not get a chance to transcribe my idea outlines. And I ended up getting ready for work and moving on without putting anything down.
Come lunchtime, I was talking to my daughter and I told her about these great ideas that came to me this morning. However, I could not recollect either of them. Totally vanished from my memory. The short-term memory holding it had not transferred it enough to the long-term memory. Or did it indeed?
The afternoon went and as I was doing my work I continued to noodle about it but could not bring anything out. But the thoughts wouldn’t go away. They go on and on in circles while doing other stuff. An unbearable pain. A so near but yet so far feeling.
Then, the evening came. I closed my eyes and slowly started working through my morning step-by-step little-by-little rebuilding the context of my day. And then the first thought struck me. It was triggered when I was making breakfast. Voila. One was back.
I continued on the school of thought wandering mentally around the house room-by-room, floor-by-floor. Nothing happened. Then I wandered outside the house in my mind. And voila, the second one came.
The two stories were now scribbled down as notes in my notepad. And I shall be naming them “The mind wants to see what it wants to see” and “The adaptive snowman”. You will get to read these soon when I get to them. Here. Soon.