tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1224619080022531405.post2187956894755858018..comments2022-06-18T19:08:43.357-07:00Comments on Sarah Elizabeth Boucher: Jot it down, DANG IT!Sarah E Boucherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15548983001983218695noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1224619080022531405.post-2254666755608058902014-08-18T21:12:15.053-07:002014-08-18T21:12:15.053-07:00That's fantastic! I occasionally stare at stuf...That's fantastic! I occasionally stare at stuff I've written like it's in Chinese. What did that mean at 4 a.m.? The muses are vastly unhelpful at times. Thanks for sharing!Sarah E Boucherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15548983001983218695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1224619080022531405.post-20784129922114257652014-08-18T19:49:20.830-07:002014-08-18T19:49:20.830-07:00The Muse gets me while I'm driving. Depending...The Muse gets me while I'm driving. Depending on the day (and the journey), I either pull over and scribble in my notebook, or I use my mic to text myself. The latter is hilarious, because Siri never texts exactly what I've spoken. It's close enough that I can pick up the train of thought again, but just strange enough to elicit laughter. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05125337865388160018noreply@blogger.com