This morning I was in the shower when a great opening line came to me. I was really proud of myself as I knew that from this one sentence a story could develop. I made a mental note to write it down as soon as I could.
Here I am, 6 hours later. I have just remembered that I’ve completely forgotten the words that came to me. The greatest short story ever written has disappeared forever.
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I remember how great blog posts would compose themselves during the day but when I sat down at the machine my mind went blank. All the magical phrases previously moulded never transposed themselves to type.
Long ago a group of us used to meet for lunch in a city cafe and put the world to right with witty remarks but the doorway to that cafe must have had a memory erasing mechanism because I often ask a friend what we had spoken about and neither of us could remember.
Coline: All of those words and posts that were never published... unimaginable! I love the idea of the doorway to a cafe having an effect on the memories of people that passed through.
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