Some time between midnight and two in the morning, I woke up with a perfectly brilliant idea for a post. I lay awake for a moment, working out the details and crafting the structure. As I stumbled to the bathroom and back to bed, I actually laughed out loud a little bit with delight at the sheer cleverness of it. I pulled the comforter up tight against my chin, making little mnemonic links in my head so I would be able to retrieve at least the kernel of the idea from the foggy recesses of my brain.
So strong was the resonance of that flash of insight that the first thought that traversed the blank expanse of my brain upon waking was one of curiousity. I had an idea, said my sleep-addled brain, a really good idea. Now, where did I put it? And though I spent quite a few minutes sorting through dusty piles of clutter and looking in long-forgotten corners and cupboards in the dark warrens of my brain, it was no use.
There was even one breathtaking moment of near-revelation, when I sensed the impression of the idea standing nearby, waiting for me to quiet my noisy brain long enough to recognize it or follow the breadcrumbs of nearby concepts so the idea could reveal itself to me in all its inspired glory. But no. It’s gone.
Damn. I’m sure it would have been a much better post than this one, too. Any idea what it might have been about?
Pregnancy brain – so soon- so painful – so prevalent – so inconvenient.
Doritos. Chocolate. Sex. Butter tarts.
Chocolate butter tarts.
Liz (AKA Mystery Mommy posting from Nearby U.)
It is so true… when you’re pregnant you can’t remember anything! At least, that is the case with me, this time around, and with my first pregnancy. I barely remember where I park the car some days!
Exactly how they get the smooth, creamy caramel inside the chocolatey pockets of a Caramilk bar???
Or the definitive post on why Fryman is simply the coolest guy you have ever met….
sex while eating doritos and chocolate butter tarts?
I’ve done the exact same thing. So frustrating! And I couldn’t even blame it on pregnancy brain, at least you got that going for you.
As I often say about my own ideas that have escaped:
“the thought got lonely and left”.
note pad on the bed stand.