I’m in a little bit of a pickle. You see, I had a fabulous idea. I remember getting it and thinking, “Wow, this is the best idea I’ve ever had.” Seriously, it was that good. I should have written it down, I should have made rough notes, I should have called a friend to tell them about it before I lost it.
Yep. I lost it.
Gone. Toodles. Bye bye.
Now I’m kicking myself, while I mentally run through the things I was doing to see if I can trigger the memory. My husband said that if it was as epic as I am making out, then how did I forget it? It’s like the old saying that if you forget what you were going to say, then it must have been a lie.
It’s there on the tip of my tongue, lingering on the edges of my memory but I can’t wrangle it and bring it into focus. It is beyond frustrating and I want to open my skull and scoop it out. I’m even considering hypnotherapy, okay, maybe just a guided mediation for forgotten things.
Sometimes I think I get bits and pieces of it, but it never quite adds up, but I do jot those downs.
I’m the type of person that scribbles on my notepad through the night. I will get out of bed and thrash out dialogue if it comes to me. How I could forget to write down this brilliant idea? I will never know. I’m very cautious about these things because I know how fragile these whimsical ideas are.
The reason I didn’t write it down is because I was in the middle of a pretty heavy edit, and I knew that if I stopped I probably wouldn’t get going again. I pushed on, my blood thumping in my ears, willing to get to the end so I could hash out this new little wisp of a story. I hit save on my edit, opened a page in my note book aaaaaaand, nothing.
If anyone has any ideas on how to wrangle the forgotten, then I’d be most grateful.