What Was That Again?

Alethea Mermaid

Alethea Mermaid

I had a great idea for this blog post the minute I woke up. It was a fabulous premise, brief in nature, and open for comments. I was going to make the title “You Are Cordially Invited”, which would have been a clever play on…WHAT? ON WHAT? BECAUSE I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT.

I’ve had these moments since I was a kid. I’ve written on receipts and postcards. I’ve scribbled a poem in the wee hours of the morning inside the back cover of a Richie Rich digest. When I got older, I started keeping a small note pad or a stack of post-its beside my bed (and in the shower) to write down random bits of genius.

When I started driving, my parents bought me a handheld tape recorder. When I got a phone, I would call myself and leave messages on the answering machine. When I upgraded to an iPhone, I began sending emails to myself.

I have a really great memory, and I can usually commit things fairy well. Which is a problem…because sometimes I really *can* remember things (like the title to that fun blog post), and sometimes I can’t (hello, CONTENT). I will be half asleep and *tell* myself to roll over and send an email before I forget some very important plot point. Sometimes I listen. Sometimes I don’t.

Writers out there: I know you have moments like this. How do you force yourself to remember? And what tools do you use? I’m curious.

(And if the subject of that “Cordially Invited” blog post ever comes back to me…I’ll be sure to let you know!)