Rained words more fiercely than usual during the morning’s commute. Detail loaded sentences pounding away. In the middle of all this my PDA battery is low. And my pen is running out of ink half way through the second note book page.
So I sat there as the locust cloud of words tried to bury me with incomprehendable paragraphs. All I could do was to let it all wash over. Managed to crawl into office. Turn on the machine and seek shelter with the beasts of the inbox. May be on the way home, I’ll pickup a few fallen phrases to cook into a post.
What scared me was how dibilitating it is not to jot down words when they jump you. While other people have the peace of mind stare out the window or flip through a newspaper. Next time I will be ready with a charged PDA and loaded pen.
If there is a next time that is.
Does this kind of thing happen to you?