So yesterday I locked myself out of the house on the way to pick up Heir and Spare and one of their friends from school (real quick score card incase you’re new to The Dennie dramas: Heir=oldest, taller than me child; Spare=next in line to the McD throne; Spare + One=third, looks EXACTLY like DH; and Mini-Me=poor child looks EXACTLY like me; all boys and all a handful plus some)

ANYHOO, I had to do the mad scramble to call the school to make sure they walked home and not stood around waiting for me. Had to call the Woman who picks up Spare + One so she didn’t freak when she came to my house and not only found my butt sitting on the front porch but her child who I pick up not with me. Had to call the DH and sweet talk him into leaving work an hour plus away so we could get in at some point.

And of course all day long I had been contemplating what I would write on for today’s post. I had nada, blank, zilch, big goose egg of nothingness. The door closed behind me and a split second later I realize in horror I forgot to grab my keys (we have a safty lock so you can open it from the inside and get out in a hurry and the door remains locked–yeah safty was top prioroty on my mind). And I kid you not, two ideas for the blog popped into my head.

As I had much time to think trying to entertain 4 children outside for an hour and a half, a dozen more blog ideas came to me. As well as ways to work on my current WIP to spice it up and two new plot ideas. But alas I had no pen or paper nor the mental fortitude to maintain said ideas in my peabrain head.

Why is it, when we are least capable of keeping track of our glorious ideas are we most creative. This happens to me all the time–not locking myself, despite the great humor it brought to my DH that was the first time I have EVER done that–no I have many a time been driving on the highway in heavy traffic and a scene will sneak up on me. Or in the shower I will think of a great way to off the villian w/o comprimising the H/H incarciration avoidance.

I think when we let out minds go we get the most of our creative endeavors. Your mind isn’t trying to force the ending of a painfully long scene between the heroine and her nasty sister or the hero and the boss who always takes credit for his work. If you let your mental defenses down, you can create. If you don’t try to “make” it happen it will. But often when we relax, we are not in a possition to capture the moment. I know this, but have yet to figure out how to prepare for this, short of permantly affixing a waterproof recorder or notepad and pen to my person.

How do you handle this? Or am I alone in my inconvenient inspirational moments?