Brilliance Lost: A Short Tale of Driving Home

So I’m driving home from work the other day, and as is customary with me, there are millions of thoughts racing through my head, scenarios being played out, flashbacks popping in from past experiences — suddenly I find myself mentally narrating through the most awesome opening paragraph for my story!

Fabulous! It was completely inspired. It filled me with the warmest sense of pride, accomplishment and belief in myself that I’ve felt in years.

It’s gone now. My brain moves too dang fast to hold onto that beautiful narration long enough to get home and get it down.

This is not the first time, and surely not the last time. I hate my brain. I always feel like it’s working against me instead of with me.

Why do these things always come to me when I’m driving? How am I supposed to do anything with it when I’m in the midst of rush hour traffic and trying to keep myself from rear-ending some poor person or drifting off into someone’s living room or storefront?! Why can’t I hold on to them long enough to get somewhere safe and get them out for future use?

It’s maddening. Simply, Completely, Utterly, Maddening.

Anyone else have these issues? Any ideas on how to embrace and record these sparks of brilliance for use when I’m not barreling down a crowded highway?



M.A.Young is driven by her love of words, passionate pursuit of knowledge, and desire for a more inclusive and accepting world. A survivor of childhood sexual abuse, she struggles daily with mental health issues including generalized and social anxiety, C-PTSD, depression, and self-worth.

She is the sole contributer to and founder of AnnotherVoice, a relatively unfocused blog originally created as a sounding board for the myriad of thoughts running through her mind. Her writing runs the gamut from fiction and poetry to current events and politics. She strongly encourages everyone to pay attention to the world around them and to vote!

M.A.Young has 176 posts and counting. See all posts by M.A.Young

Your thoughts, comments or suggestions are always appreciated!

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: