A lot’s been written about ideas and where to find them.  I like this post, and this one (especially the thought of God getting in a huff, taking ideas off Michael Jackson and giving them to Prince!), but there are many more.

Hanging out the washing gets me every time – it’s a good job we have a stack of paper for writing shopping lists which lives just inside the back door, as I’m forever popping back in to jot down some phrase or other.

It’s difficult to make notes while riding a bike, but I need to put a notebook in my saddlebag to catch the butterfly ideas that follow me wherever I ride.  They have a habit of flying off to settle elsewhere by the time I get home.

I’ve used the word serendipity before, and make no apology for using it again.  As I said then, it’s a great word – and a great source of ideas.  Writing – and pretty much any creative endeavour – involves stitching together seemingly random thoughts, ideas, events, words… But you need another of my favourite words, intuition, to take advantage of it.

A few days ago I was reading a book (I can’t remember which, and it’s not really relevant as by the time we get to the end of this very long sentence we will be far away from the source anyway), which sent me off on a train of thought which, via Tai Chi and several other now-forgotten mental stepping stones, reminded me of another book, Chop Wood Carry Water, which I’d borrowed from a friend years ago but couldn’t remember much about, but I ordered it anyway because it felt like the right thing to do, and then promptly forgot about it until it arrived in the post today while I was writing a series of blog posts about beginnings, at which point I opened it to a random page (doesn’t everyone do that? – that and start reading at the end!) which happened to be in a chapter stuffed full of great quotes and insights about…beginnings.

Intuition told me I wanted to read the book again; then serendipity worked its magic.  Good job I was listening.

Quotes you never knew were quotes

Serendipity is a great word and I’ll take this excuse to use it.

I just wrote a post on my other blog about fish fingers (bear with me here), and, in passing, used the phrase “tomorrow is another day”.

I turned to this blog and, thoughts of tomorrow fresh in my head, went to look up the quote I remembered from that great philosopher, Scarlett O’Hara: I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.

What do you know, Scarlett also said, After all… tomorrow is another day.

I wonder if any of us ever get through a day without unintentionally using someone else’s words?