Just a Note (And Why You Need More)

I am a serious scribbler. I mean, I am always jotting a note here and a note there. I have the most interesting notes ever. If I could figure out what my notes are about. Take this one:

67 X 0552        CVS-Socks

That is an actual note I just found on my desk. I have NO idea why those numbers are important. I kinda think I may have needed to pick up socks at CVS. But I have no idea why that note would be with my Important Writing Stuff. Was there a story in socks at CVS? Was that number the code to a website unlocking the secrets of the writing universe? I shall never know.

Last week, I came across a note where I had jotted down details from a story my friend told me. My friend (Mr. Bill) really, seriously has the most interesting stories. He thinks differently, sees the world differently. And so I’m always stopping him, saying, “Wait. You did what?” And then I write down what he did. Someday, that man’s stories are going to make me millions.

But only if I can remember what “lunch, Macon, bbq” was all about.

And so, while I stare at the 16 notes in front of me, and ponder this gem, “Blogs higher in search engines…others blah-blah-blah,” I hope you will take note of my point.

Monday at The Muffin

So I ditched the Beneficent Mr. Hall and loaded up Betsy for a trip to the beach.

I don’t, as a rule, write at the beach. I think at the beach. There’s something about waves that’s very conducive to thinking. As it happened,  I already knew what I needed to think about. And fortuitously, the beach gave me a great tip. (You can read all about it over at The Muffin today.)

Now if I can just keep my eyes on the waves rather than the surfer boys…