One day I intend to collect all these little notes and write the weirdest short story known to mankind. Until then,I need a decent filing system. Or, you know, any sort of filing system.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Do you write yourself notes? Ephemera from my brain.
Being a pantser rather than a plotter, I often write myself handy little notes for things I intend to follow up, and then don’t. This means that whenever I have a clean up (read: “unexpected house guests”) I tend to find these little notes scattered all around the place. In my cutlery drawer, in my bathroom cupboard, and they seem to breed in the bowl on top of the fridge. In fact, the only place you can be guaranteed not to find them is my study.
Anyway, some of these little notes date back a long time. Some of them were once vitally important, but it was so long ago that I can’t remember what vague idea they were attached to. And some of them, I’m fairly certain, were written by ninjas who sneak into my house at night just to confuse me. Or maybe the possums.
Here are a few orphaned notes of unknown origin:
What are ivory nuts? Look this up.
Ocean names. Morwenna - Solwata - yay!
She is the queen who marries the enemy and saves her people - could work!
What if the journalist is the narrator?
“You built me up again. What for?”
A ship. Really? Fix this.
What is wrong with Third Person? Juxtapose with Field Manual stuff.
The Renoir is a fraud. Or maybe you need those freaky apocalyptic paintings..?
It almost horribly backfires.
And it turns out my internal editor is a bit snarky:
Also, am I the only person who leaves notes to themselves in Second Person?