I'm like Pooh Bear. Writing ideas come and find me whether I'm ready or not so I end up backlogged with them.  Sometimes that is annoying. You can be churning along with a novel chapter and  P L I N G, a totally different story or idea pops into mind. It 's like a dog gnawing on a delicious bone when a tennis ball comes rolling along in front of you. What do you do: gnaw or drop the bone and chase the ball?

Tough choice, so you hold the bone in your teeth and frantically search for a piece of paper and a pencil to record where the ball goes. Sometimes though, the bone loses flavor.