I’m pissed at my memory. When I was driving this morning, I managed to work out most of Chapter 26 of “Tayce” in my head. It worked well, it was dramatic, it was exactly what I wanted.
I often work scenes out in my head while I’m driving (don’t worry, I also drive 
). But, between driving, getting home, making myself breakfast, etc., etc. I forgot to write the scene down. You know how it is, you get into other things and you overestimate your ability to remember things. When I sat down in front of the computer, I tried to shuffle through my memory and found very little from my brainstorming left. Sure, I ended up with something good, acceptable, but not as great as what I was thinking this morning. 
I’ve decided what I need is something that will record all my musings. Something that’s hands free, that I don’t need to switch on and off, and doesn’t involve the embarrassment of hearing your own recorded voice. I need Didi, Judy’s digital diary from the Jetson’s…except, you know, with less backtalk and snarky replies. And maybe looking like something other than giant floating lips (it would be a little creepy to have ruby red lips floating towards you).
I think I’ll add that to “inventions that would really help a writer” right after “completely waterproof laptop/netbook.” (hey! I know I’m not the only one who gets really good ideas in the bathtub!)
