Stephen King, in his book On Writing, says that you shouldn’t write your ideas down. If they’re good, you’ll remember them.
God bless him. I imagine he has a brain like a bucket with a hole in it. A magic hole where only the bad ideas fall out.
My brain is more like a wind tunnel combined with a sieve. An evil mutation that gives me a whole lot of ideas and lets me retain none of them. Unless I write them down. So I do.
I’ve had so many times when all I remember of an idea is that I had it and I thought it was incredible. Steve would say that idea sucked or I would have remembered it, but I forget everything, good or bad. This is proven by my journal, which to me is a revelation after three days. I read a blog post then scroll down to leave a comment, spot a comment that says exactly what I had intended to say, then I realize I wrote the comment myself a week ago. And I have no memory of reading the post or writing the comment. My bucket has no magical bad-idea-losing hole. My bucket is all hole.
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