On Monday night, just as I'd settled into bed, I had an idea for a story and, all of a sudden, the opening popped into my head.
I had the voice, the tone, the mood and that 'ooh' feeling you get when you just know that if you sit down and start writing the story you won't stop until it's done (my most successful short stories have come out this way but, unfortunately, such magical moments are few and far between, more's the pity). It was 2am, I was dog-tired and all I had to hand was my mobile phone. I tapped as much as I could into the notes section of my phone and then ran out of space. I was torn. Did I get up, seize the moment and write it (and make it through a day at work with 3-4 hours sleep) or go to sleep (I'd only had 5 hours sleep the night before and had to get up at 7am)? I'm ashamed to say I went to sleep. And I dare call myself a writer!
Now my only option is to transcribe my mobile phone story opening and hope like hell that I can recapture the mood/tone/voice and write the story. All I have to do is find a way to re-capture the magic. Easier said than done unfortunately *sigh*.