Day Twenty-Nine: Today I Was a Poet and Then I Forgot It

I have a blog, it's stuck in my head. I wrote it this evening while driving in my car, but now, after thirteen hours of studying and writing papers for school, I don't feel capable or sane enough to regurgitate what was a really great bit of thinking. I do that a lot actually, write things by talking or thinking. This usually happens while in the shower, brushing my teeth or driving. I become inspired, awed at my own clever turn of phrase or insightful observations. I talk it all out and then . . . it's gone, or else the attempt to put it down on paper (or keyboard) only hits the highlights, like a bulleted version, rather than the prose itself.

So tonight is one of those nights and I am not quite up to the challenge of either recreating it, or writing about something else. So we'll call this one a draw with neither my words, nor the blank page winning the battle with a unanimous decision. Stayed however, because any moment now, I'm going to be inspired once more and this time I'll have my iPhone memo recorder at the ready. Oh yes, prepare to be regaled, because new brilliant thoughts are on the cusp of full bloom. Until then, blah. Just a big, page of blah.