I don't know about you, but this is a holiday I believe in celebrating every day. Kind of have to, as long as my joker of a brain insists on being inspired at inopportune moments. Dozing off. Dodging water balloon onslaughts. Driving. Balancing on the counter as I wage spring cleaning war against the evil horde of fan-top dust bunnies.
Pretty much any time except that which I have specifically set aside for drafting. To ensure that I have something to fill those dreaded blank pages with I have embraced the beauty of memos whole-heartedly. Sure, there are some that are a little hard to decipher later on, but they at least give me a jumping off point when writing time rolls around. Here are a few of my most recent memos to myself:
> Tupilak - souls of the dead
> TSA regulations for centaurs - any travel possible? Boats??
> Kaigani Harbor - attack site. Alaska: cruise or road trip? Haida
> Control vs. privacy. Secrets ={
> Berserker/Ursa Major, Minor/Bear Mother === Which direction?
> shenanigans
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what that last one applies to. Or, more accurately, what it doesn't apply to. Nor can I remember why it was so important that I stop whatever activity I was doing so I could write that one word down sans any context. Still, five out of six making sense is a better success rate than I generally have.
So, huzzah! The power of the memo - perhaps my greatest tool when it comes to writing. If you're not already memo-ing, get on it, clown. If nothing else, it's always an interesting look into the old brain pan.
Oh, one last thing, take a memo: Today is also National Strawberries and Cream Day. So, pretty much the greatest day ever.
That is all.