You never know when you’re going to get an idea for a story or poem. When they get an idea some writers jot it down on scraps of paper or bus tickets. But I think ideas can easily get lost that way. I much prefer a notebook. A notebook has been my constant companion for around twenty years. I even take my notebook to bed with me. Sometimes we share a hot milky drink.*
Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night with an idea? Maybe an idea for a poem or a story? Or maybe a new formation for the school football team? Or perhaps the answer to world peace? You wake up and think Wow! Yes!! That’s it!!! What a brilliant idea!!!! But then, when you wake up in the morning, you’ve forgotten it. The idea’s gone. Has that ever happened to you?
Well, if I wake up in the middle of the night with an idea I write it in my notebook. I don’t forget it then.
The only trouble with this is Jill, my wife, sleeping soundly beside me. I once turned the light on, to write a brilliant idea in my notebook, and woke her up. Waking Jill up suddenly is not a good idea. She used to be an acrobat in the circus.
Although half asleep, she grabbed me, lifted me above her head, spun me round three times and threw me out of the bed. It was a warm summer’s night and the window was wide open. I went flying through the window and landed upside down in the goldfish pond.
The goldfish still talk about that night, even today, several years later. It will probably be one of those stories that are passed down from generation of goldfish to generation. Do you remember the night a poet fell from the sky and landed in Cousin Carp’s pondweed soup? Or something like that.
*Usually drinking chocolate