Blast tired eyes and comfy, warm blankets. Drat to breath slowing and clouding out reality. Tisk tisk to not writing down a great idea.
I blame myself. Yet, blaming it all on an inanimate object would make me feel better.
What I'm eluding to is this: Last night as I was tucked tight in my bed, I had a killer idea for a blog post. Of course, I had that angering thought pass through my head that goes like this:
"I'll remember it in the morning. Just go to bed."
To any writer, those are your famous last words... I'll remember it in the morning.
Did I remember the fantastic idea in the morning?
I tried to grasp hold of it throughout the day with no luck.
Suck. Super Suck. Super Duper Suck!
So, write down a brilliant writing idea. You'll thank yourself later, or when you wake up thinking you'd remember it.
Has this happened to you? Or were you smart and wrote it down?