It never fails.
Inspiration always strikes at the most inconvenient times.
As I was scurrying about the city today, I had a great idea. It was brilliant. It was mind-blowing. Naturally, I can’t remember what it was now. Probably because I’m sitting at a desk with plenty of things to write with/on. Probably because I’m not in that half-tranquil state that driving gives me.
Worse yet, now I’m unfocused on my other projects.
This is a constant problem for writers. Always having a notebook handy helps, which I do. But there are times when you just can’t write it down. Sadly, those brilliant moments end up getting lost for weeks or months or, sometimes, forever.
All I can so is hope it comes back to me. Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t.
The Muse knows how to torture, does she not?