Many times I start speaking things in my mind until I realize it should be worth written down. But the nearest pen and piece of paper is in the other room. And I’m eating right now.
I’ll write it down once I’m finished.
When I get to the piece of paper it’s not there anymore.
It’s all gone.
The perfect words to be written usually come (in my case) in the very wrong times: while having lunch, bathing, or about to close my eyes for a good night sleep. but what can we do? inspiration comes just spontaneous. Never with introductions.
In my university we have a seven-hour architectural design exam. I never get to understand why we even have that, I mean what if I didn’t get any inspiration during the seven-hour exam? what if inspiration knocked the door an hour later?
And that’s the thing, You cannot decide when to be inspired. It just blows whenever it wants.
I know some people may argue that, you can do things that’ll help you get inspired. but then, it just puts you on the right track of thinking but it’s still up to inspiration to blow whenever it feels like.
And this time it blew while I was relaxing on the bed, but lucky enough I had the computer right by me.