Well, I don’t think anyone will be asking me that any time soon. Actually, I just read that line in a book — Who’s Killing the Great Writers of America? by Robert Kaplow. It’s a satirical novel featuring several bestselling authors as characters — Sue Grafton, Danielle Steel, Tom Clancy, and Stephen King. It’s not the funniest book I’ve ever read, but it had its moments. Anyway, the Stephen King character, in his thoughts, says that people are always asking him “Where do you get your ideas?” as if they’re thinking he’s a warped, twisted weirdo.
But I do have ideas of my own. Just yesterday, I had three ideas for things I wanted to write about come up while I was driving to work. Unfortunately, by the time I remembered to write them down, I only remembered two of them. The third is lost forever — I can’t even come up with a clue as to what it might have been.
This happens all to often. I know, I should carry a notebook — but I’d have to stash notebooks in a lot of different places. I don’t always have my purse, or even a pocket! So I need a notebook by my chair in the living room, by the bed, in the car…well, that doesn’t sounds so difficult now, except that I bet the notebooks wouldn’t actually stay there. My kids love paper. They love to fill paper with drawings and scribbles and even a story now and then.
I’m digressing. Actually, I’m finished with what I have to say and I don’t have an ending. No ideas left, darn it.