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Many forward thinking and desperate strugglers go to extremes to capture and to retain these mind-boggling and superb strings. Some fall asleep with Dictaphones switched on next to them so that they may talk out their thoughts before drifting off – sadly they typically replay to sounds of excessive grunts and snores that shock to
core. Other more desperate souls actually manage to struggle out of bed to write on back of a cereal box, over their mum’s favorite recipe for peanut cookies or on some other scrap of paper.
The next morning, ones that managed to write their thoughts down do have some success in thinking up new ideas, but only due to having had a good night’s sleep. Safe and sound in knowledge that their wonderful thoughts had been recorded they fall asleep like babies, knowing that morning will bring brilliance to light. Sadly, when waking up it is either found that ‘little brother’ has used that little scrap of toilet paper for what it was meant for or more commonly that words that have been written make absolutely no sense what-so-ever. All of these pre-sleep thoughts that had been recorded look like ramblings of an Egyptian Monk overdosed on Battery Acid.
The drunkard who manages to write something down is not a common occurrence. Usually at point of aiming pencil towards paper at start of what will be a lengthy diction and thus subsequent lowering of accumulated build-up in brain, pencil snaps. But drunkards certainly prefer to hear their own voices. One of their favorite methods of attempting to record such galvanic thoughts and ideas is to lean over to next drunk and to recite in a loud voice all that they have amassed inside their heads. Having sprouted all out and after having warned fellow drunk not to forget what he has been told they usually fall asleep, safe and sound in knowledge that in morning their friend will give back what they had received.
It never works! The average drunkard never can remember with whom he entrusted his precious thoughts. Over a beer next evening it may come to light that one man remembers being entrusted with some important information, but for life of him he cannot remember what actual information is These two persons may even get together that evening but – it never comes back again.
There it is. Two occasions of superb idea formation and collation yet never do they seem to bear fruit when it matters most! In fact whilst sitting at computer, keen and willing to progress further than blank page, brain fails miserably.
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Ieuan Dolby is the Author and Webmaster of Seamania . As a Chief Engineer in the Merchant Navy he has sailed the world for fifteen years. Now living in Taiwan he writes about cultures across the globe and life as he sees it.
