Sometimes you’re chugging along with a nice train of thought, lots of clean shiny cars (or maybe even some dirty ones IYKWIMAITYD), but other times the damn thing won’t even leave the station and then, my friends, is when we have a strain of thought.
What’s the problem, train? Why won’t you goooo? I pace the empty cars, searching for inspiration, a lost photo, an old song, even the scent of a forgotten candle, but no. Nothing. It’s so frustrating because I have all this time, loads of lovely hours to write, but the train sits there stubbornly as dusk falls outside the windows.
I wash dishes, play with the cat, vacuum, tidy up my paperwork, waiting for the train to move its caboose, and then finally as I’m getting sleepy, bam! Off it goes into the night, ideas whizzing by in the starry dark as I drift off to dreamland.
That’s okay. These ideas are so spectacular that I’ll remember them in full clarity the instant I wake up in the morning. No need to get up now and make notes… 😴💤🌙