Creativity and inspiration (to write, in my case) can sometimes be slippery fish. Sometimes you’ll put in all the effort to be productive—you’ll clear time, sit down at your computer, stretch your fingers and say, “okay! I’m ready! Bring me the words!” and then, nothing. That cursor will blink and blink and your document will stare it’s blinding white screen back at you until your eyes hurt but still: nothing.
This is why I almost never leave the house without a notebook. It’s my way of keeping track of ideas the moment they come (which too often is while I’m driving) so I can come back to them later—hopefully with the same enthusiasm I had while scribbling them down at a red light.
When I don’t have my notebook, I’ll type up notes on my phone. But more often than not, I forget these notes exist, so by the time I come back around to them, I’ve lost all connection to the random jumble of a thought, and it’s become far less inspirational or witty than it is strange and confusing.
Seeing as it has been a solid two years since I’d last gone through my notes, I thought there was a pretty good chance to find some of these lost souls and boy did I. Here are just a handful of the 60 notes that were sitting idly on my iPhone:
This abandoned story idea that sounds like bad spin-off of The Hangover series:
“Story about someone finding a cash out receipt and the journey to cash it”
This proposed menu my roommates and I made for a new holiday were going to celebrate:
Post Thanksgiving Friends-Giving
-Macaroni & Cheese + Hot Dogs
-Pigs in a blanket
-Rice Krispie Treats
-Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets
These noted conversation points I took down during a bar crawl:
Can you slurp potatoes?
Whose ears are bigger?
This apparently important moment that took place at the International House of Pancakes:
Natallee: IHOP = the POPOT
The place of pancakes of truth
This list of companies I wanted to give me money/free stuff:
People I wouldn’t mind sponsoring me
- Boom chicka pop
This, which I assume was supposed to be a list of fears I had regarding therapy:
Dumb questions I’d probably ask if I ever went to therapy
- My left shoe always comes untied, do you think that means something?
Paprika Chicken with Crispy Chickpeas & Tomatoes
8 cloves garlic, smashed in their skins
1 15oz can chickpeas, rinsed
3 tbsp olive oil, divided
Kosher salt & pepper
4 6oz boneless, skinless chicken breasts
2 tsp paprika
Heat oven to 425F. On rimmed baking sheet, toss tomatoes, garlic & chickpeas with 2 tbsp oil & 1/4 tsp each salt & pepper. Roast 10 min. Heat remaining tbsp oil in large skillet on medium. Season chicken with paprika & 1/2 tsp salt & pepper and cook until golden brown on one side 5-6 min. Flip and cook 1 min more. Transfer to baking sheet with tomatoes & chickpeas and roast until cooked through, 6 min more. Before serving, discard garlic skins.
This list of movies I was told I HAD TO SEE (which I’ve made almost no progress on):
Overall, while these are funny, weird and slightly confusing, they’re not all that surprising, 1) because this is exactly what my brain sounds when it thinks it’s on to something and 2) because I have 5 moleskine notebooks full of thoughts exactly like this and I don’t foresee that ending anytime soon.
So if you happen to drive up next to me at a red light and see me scribbling something down in a notebook, just let it happen. Also, maybe say a prayer that that idea grows up into something great one day.