I’m working, my job requires me to do the same task every 40 seconds, no time for extracurriculars, lightning strike inspiration. I am in my mind writing the most amazing prose as my hands work. The phrasing is great, it’s just amazing, it’s a life changer. I continue writing it in my head as the work moves down the line and I’m on the next car and the next. It’s over sixty minutes to break, I can’t write it down. I need to hold onto this brilliancy and transcribe it.
The work keeps coming, the line keeps moving, I can’t stop to store this nugget of literature. By the time the line stops, it’s lost in the mists of time, a vapor to never be recaptured. I’ll try to recall it, write something resembling what I wrote in my head but that fails to obtain the level of the original. It’s a poor replacement and a sore disappointment.
I keep paper and pencil with me. It’s in my lunch pail, on line with me, in my truck, and all around me at home. I have saved a few jewels because of it. But as long as I keep working a day job, I will leave a lot of diamonds unmined. It’s frustrating and annoying. It just tells me I need to get out of the day job and get to the level where I can just write. So never need to be so busy to earn a living that I can’t capture the magic when it appears. Wondering, has this ever happened to you?