I love to listen to songs with inspiring lyrics, gaze at the scenery, read a good book, lose myself in a movie or be challenged by a thought-provoking sermon. Each of these chunks of data has the potential to deposit a wealth of thoughts my mind just won’t let go of.
As I attempt to make sense of them, I find myself scrambling for a scrap of paper on which to capture my ideas before they evaporate. I don’t know about you but my ideas can evaporate quicker than acetone (that’s really quick). This can be a challenging prospect if the incident occurs while I am engaged in some mindless activity such as mowing the lawn, taking a shower, or riding a bike. Hmm.
What can I say? Processing scraps of paper, each one capable of holding an array of thoughts, has become part of my writing process. I ponder these thoughts and force them into sentences, paragraphs and pages. My words seem to age or ripen after each rewrite. In the end, I am left with a kernel of wisdom or some new insight. Blessings.