Three-and-a-half minutes ago, I felt like writing something. Now, three-and-a-half minutes later, I can't remember what it was that I wanted to write about.
This isn't writer's block, mind you. I don't believe in writer's block. Saying that you can't think of anything to write is like saying that you're completely unable to observe everything that's happening around you and strain it all into a good story. Being able to think of a compelling topics and then completely forget them a few minutes before you even commit a single word to paper, however, is something else entirely.
I used to write this off as an unfortunate fact of life -- a normal event in the life cycle of an idea. I mean, if you somehow manage to forget something, then it's not necessarily your fault. Maybe the idea was simply not interesting enough to stick to your head. And if it's not interesting enough to stick to your head, what more can it possibly do when it gets placed in front of a reading audience?
Now I feel like a man who thinks he's lost his eyeglasses when they're actually perched on his head: Old, absent-minded, and possibly getting more decrepit with each day. Ironically, my usual cure for this condition involves writing... and I can't write if I keep forgetting what things I'm supposed to write about. It's one of those cyclus viciosa-thingamajiggies... whatever you call it.
Again, this is not writer's block. I'm perfectly capable of thinking up a bunch of interesting plots... it's remembering them that's the problem.
It could be that I simply have a whole bunch of stuff on my mind right now. When this happens, it becomes difficult for the new ideas to come in -- all the other thoughts in my head probably get together for a consensus meeting, and then promptly kick the interloper out. Again, it's possible that an idea just needs to be impressive enough in order to mix with the crowd.
It's almost like an exclusive club that way. And it would certainly explain my headaches, too.
Who knows, really? Maybe that one good idea that I'm waiting for is going to come along any second now. Hopefully I won't forget it like all the others that have blown away like leaves on a strong breeze.