Capturing the Thought

I just had a great writing-oriented day down in the Valley.

It began with a meeting for the Executive Board of American Night Writers Association. We solidified plans for the retreat coming up in July, and made preliminary plans for our writing conference in March.

Afterward, I went to the home of my good friend Connie, where we enjoyed lunch together, then helped each other by brainstorming plot points for our respective novels. That was fun!

One detail didn't seem to gell, though. Then, as I was driving back home, it all came together.

Since my mind is built like a steel sieve, I desperately tried to find something on which to write down the idea. I didn't have my handy-dandy tape recorder with me, so that was a wash. No notebook was at hand. Then I said to myself, "Marsha, you're crazy! You're driving 70 miles per hour and you want to make notes?!?"

So, what did I do?

I pulled over to the side of the highway and called my answering machine. Do I love technology? YES!