Welcome to the scatter of my brain…

Recently, my cell phone ran out of memory space for my notepad. It’s not that surprising. I jot down random thoughts, ideas, lists…I am obsessed with making lists…basically all forms of notes for Future Me to see and remember why it was so important to merit the digital space in my phone.

As I went through several of these old notes, I realized that, though the advantage of having them saved to my phone meant I could look through them and use them wherever I went, I never actually went through all of them when I truly needed their information. For instance, sometimes when I am still groggy in the morning, before I even get out of bed, I scribble down (metaphorically, of course) any interesting dreams that I remember from the few minutes before my alarm goes off. Sometimes when a plot idea for a new story strikes me, I note the basic elements so that I won’t forget my own brilliance ten minutes later. My notes rarely make complete sense, even to me. So I doubt that they would make much sense to any outsider.

Still, it is useful sometimes to use things like notes from a person’s phone to gain insight on their life and characteristics. Here, I am going to paste a selection of the notes from my phone, for the purpose of 1) anthologizing the majority of my notes to myself in one place where I am guaranteed to look back to for future inspiration, 2) giving my readers an insight on the goings-on of my strange mind, like I’m a character in a work of fiction and the author is listing the items in my character’s purse to demonstrate character traits, and 3) demonstrating how some of my best writing, projects, and thinking develop from ideas as simplistic as what you’re about to see.

Unedited, from the security of my cell phone to the public eye:

30 pages and sheet covers. 192 pictures.

  • Refers to the items I need to buy to complete my scrapbook.

The Summer We Read Gatsby.

Plastic Photoshop Effects.

You Lost Me There by Rosecrans Baldwin.

The Marriage Plot.

  • These previous four refer to books that I need to read/buy.

Stephen Radley Herschenbauk likes s’mores.

  • One of my many strange character ideas that I come up with when in the interstice between slumber and consciousness. I only remember thinking in my daze that I thought this was a really cool name.

Wanting bad things to happen so that I can write.

  • An example of how I write feelings/topic ideas for writing while they’re on my mind.

That girl from the 50s.


  • Very vague topic ideas for stories that I promise myself I will write soon. They’re based on people I see around at school.

Girl’s family forgets her birthday, she pictures herself in Sixteen Candles but it’s actually a dimmer family background than she is aware of.

Woman obsessively imagines sex scenarios and thinks she hears people having sex everywhere but really she’s just lonely. “Every day, people feel the need to have sex in my presence.”

  • More strange topic ideas that I get when not fully conscious. These stemmed from my insomnia, though, an opposite problem I have that seems to make the problem of waking up to my alarm in the morning that much worse.

Observe the depressing aspects of the home of an elderly relative. Will I be like this one day? My spouse/soulmate dead, leaving me alone among my thoughts and memories among the world changing all around outside my house. An admirably positive person, interested in everything small and large, even though I don’t understand it all. Yet still depressing, for I’ve reached the point where the simplest pleasures in life are all that are left for me to enjoy. It’s almost over and I’m the only one left.

I had a dream that in Ryan’s dreams he is followed and haunted by monsters or demons and he’s trying to find a way to beat them. He can’t sleep or they’ll come. Why do they come? He remembers a monster from childhood dreams and realizes it’s real. He’s afraid of sleeping with me in case they come after me. He explores people in his dreams trying to learn their secrets. A girl who likes him, a girl who has a strange cut and similar dreams as his.  He figures out that his sister’s something can be used as a charm above his bed to keep the monsters at bay.

Deserted homes. Candle insinuating dead person. Main character rescues animals and wants to be a doctor. Secondary character likes this guy who is strange but still sexy, changes his name every time they meet people, acts all manly to impress her even though he’s not but she thinks he is.

Man’s wife ditches him and doesn’t arrive at bus stop. Cars crash across the street. Guys get out and start fighting. The bad guys have painted faces and are beating into the others really bad. The dad, Harry, tries to step in and help. The men start to torment him. Meanwhile the dogs in their car run out agitated and find Harry’s dog and daughter hiding. They torment them until something big happens and the daughter dies. Movie could begin with something dramatic Harry does afterwards, then lead up to the big event.

  • Needless to say…I have very strange dreams. Sometimes I wonder if my subconscious is outright working for me in giving me new ideas for writing.

Daily Beast internship: Media Production (West Hollywood.)



Therumpus.net ; Book review to marie@therumpus.net

Emerging writers network.

The writers site.

Bookends lit agency.


The Overlook Press

Guide to literary tumblrs by Nick Moran.

  • These last several notes all derive from links that I have found through my recent publishing internship. They are all resources that I plan to use from now on to help my writing and publishing knowledge, support, and network.

Again, I realize that some of these plot ideas make very little sense…but really, they’re not supposed to at this very, very, very early stage in the process. Right?

My phone has documented most of my to-do lists, shopping lists, lists for the far future, and lists for future craft endeavors. (I told you, I like lists.) It has documented my travel itinerary, driving directions and addresses, a recipe for picadillo, and various locker combinations. Now, I have been able to clear much of this from my phone’s memory, but I know that this blank space is meant only to be used up again before long. And I look forward to the next time that I must look through all 40 random thoughts I decided to record on my phone and become re-enlightened. Perhaps readers of this blog may look forward to another compilation like this, too.