I hunted out my iPod today. It’d slipped to the bottom of a bag, as it tends to do – it’s not even all that tiny to get lost easily. At a guess I’d say it’s about the size of an iPhone, not that I am versed in these things.
Miraculously, the battery wasn’t run-down yet. (Myself, on the other hand…)
Anyway, so I flicked it on. Went to the Notes tab – only to discover 103 notes waiting for me. I do the same thing on my phone, basically whichever is closest/most charged, and keep a long list of notes. A grocery list of poems and stories, as it were. Things I need to pull from the shelving system my brain has going, and stack them in the cart that is this blog.
Okay, enough of that metaphor.
I discovered fan-fiction ideas. I found a list of scenarios that take my 2015 NaNoWriMo to a series. I spied mysteries, tucked under a simple question mark: ?
Essentially, I am now one tall stack of notes. Fan-fictions and poetry and short stories all wait to be scribed by my hands.