Often inspiration for a story or poem strikes when I’m in the middle of something else. My paying job, for instance. I have a habit of scribbling quick notes on scraps of paper, hoping I’ll remember the entire thought later. Sometimes I make notes on a book I’m reading. Sometimes I forget these notes until I rediscover the scrap of paper many weeks or months later. Maybe in the pocket of a pair of pants I haven’t worn in a while, to give a real example.
Here are some notes I just found in my own handwriting. It’s a list (?) on one sheet:
character identification
takes place night
extreme close up on eye
music
clothing – a.p. – true
horror lies in sympathy
What does it all mean? Your guess is as good as mine.
Nomadic Noesis 