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One of our mutts got me up this morning at around 4am to let her out into the garden.
As I was snuggling back into bed and listening to the wind outside the partially open bedroom windows, I had a few great ideas for the start of a short ghost story. I recall thinking I should open up my iPad and jot them down. I didn't do this as I did not want to disturb my wife as she slept.
I could have turned on the light and jot the ideas into a notebook. Alas, I had no notebook to hand.
When I woke this morning I was unable to recall my brilliant ideas of the night.
What I take from this sad tale - and, I am certain you will agree, it is a very sad tale - is if brilliance strikes me again at an un-Godly hour, then my wife will have her sleep disrupted. I will leave a notebook and pen next to me tonight.
I have warned her.
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Certainly worthy of winning a Booker, Richard & Judy, Nobel.......er, FA Cup.......Pullitzer and other writerly awards.
But, fate, eh! What can you do?
Very true. I do know it was windy though. Does that help? X_X
Perhaps if these things don't stick then they're not as great as they seem in the early hours
I have written - well, tbh, scrawled - notes in the wee small hours too. In the dark, wearing no glasses. In the morning i can read the words but they make no sense. The ramblings of a half awake mind.
Having read your very kind and informative responses, I cannot avoid the fact the many of you doubt just how amazing and brilliant my wee hours (both in the sense of the dog wanting to go out and it being quite early) musings and ideas actually were.
You can be quite assured that they were sensational. Had I noted them down or recalled them this morning and then relayed their brilliance to you….well, you all may just have wept tears of joy at their sheer marvel. And, let's be honest, probably tears of despair at the realisation of just how darn great they were and that they were my scribblings and not yours.
Maybe. Maybe not. Such a shame we will never discover.
But, fear not, tonight I will be prepared if inspiration strikes. I have told my wife that I am bringing some items to bed that will aid my night time performances. Pleasingly, she smiled. Quite enigmatically, I thought.
G :-*
sorry - left caps lock on.