Friday, September 16, 2016


I keep a small notebook and pencil under my pillow to capture all those brilliant ideas that show up in the middle of the night.
I can pull out the notebook, jot down my inspirations without even opening my eyes or turning on a light, tuck the notebook back under my pillow, and resume sleeping with hardly a moment's interruption. In the morning I open the notebook, remove the inscribed pages (which surely will be filled with gems of insight), and file them in the appropriate places.
The other morning when I opened the notebook to see what my midnight unconsciousness had produced, this was the page that awaited me. word: 
I had no idea what I was thinking...what the word meant...what the brilliant thought could possibly have been. The appropriate spot in which to file this gem was clear: WASTEBASKET. 

Reminder for the day: Some things really are worthless.