Throughout the course of my day, I spend a considerable amount of time performing the more non-literary duties of my life. During these off-duty activities, I will often find myself coming up with a clever opening line, character idea, story idea, quote, or something just completely random that pops into my head that I happen to find witty at the time.
This happens to a lot of creators, I think. We all come with these adorable little mini engines in our brains (I call mine Geoffrey) that tirelessly run in the backgrounds of our minds, behind everything else at all times, attempting to create. Every once in a while, it’ll spit something out while we’re folding underwear and watching Breaking Bad, washing the dishes, or tweezing stray hairs that have somehow managed to find their way to a part of the body they just aren’t supposed to be. What’s up with that anyway? I mean, it isn’t just me, is it?
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes…
So I’ve made a habit of stopping what I’m doing, grabbing my phone or a notebook (whichever is closest), and writing these ideas down the minute I think of them because you never know when consulting the “Randomly Generated Thought Catalog” might come in handy or be your only option to combat the dreaded -stage whisper- writer’s block.
All that being said, imagine my surprise when I checked my phone yesterday shortly after I woke up and saw this:
My initial thoughts:
(A) That some kind of Alien lifeform had attempted to contact me using a crudely sketched memo on my Android.
After dismissing these ideas as unlikely, I realized that I must have had one of my randomly generated thoughts and written myself a note in my sleep.
I spent some time deciphering the text, and it seems to say “something about how he tied his shoes. ” I have no idea if this was part of a dream I was having or if my unconscious self thought it would be a great character description… But apparently there was just something about how someone tied their shoes that inspired me to the point of being able to sleep-navigate my phone to the memo gadget and attempt communication with my conscious self.
Considering the effort Geoffrey went through to convey this message to me, I feel like i owe it to him to take this suggestion seriously and write a short story right away… With the first line being, “There was just something about the way he tied his shoes.” Maybe his habit of double knotting showed self-doubt. Who knows? But I’m going to give it a shot.
I know by now you’re all on the edge of your seat. So stay tuned for the rest of the story….