Friday, November 20, 2009

A Rose by Any Other Name

My senior moments are catching up with me. Wednesday night when I went to bed, my thoughts were focused on this blog and an idea came to me. Not wanting to turn on the light and disturb my bedmate, I assured myself I’d remember exactly what I wanted to write. And of course, upon waking Thursday morning, I couldn’t remember a bloody thing! Desperate, I let my mind drift and achieved that semi-sleep, semi-awake stage where ideas emerge and then get lost—some never to be seen again.

I don’t know what circuitous route my mind took, but it eventually arrived at Shakespeare and the title of this piece. Ah ha! I intended to write about how I chose my pen name. Which, now that I think about it, really isn’t all that interesting. Well…the first name “Dee” is kind of fun, but not all that intriguing. Except I’d never had a nickname until this lovely actor friend started greeting me with “Hi, Dee, didee.”

But one thing I did learn through this lost-and-found adventure is that I can no longer rely on memory. I must put a notebook and pen by my bed—just in case the plot for the best ever erotic, futuristic, paranormal, fantasy tiptoes in along with my dreams. Which I can’t remember either. Anyway, I know for a fact that my bedmate can sleep through anything, so my turning on the light won’t bother him at all.

Okay! Found the notebook. Now where did I put that pen?


Dee Brice


Delicious Romance From Cerise DeLand said...

Dee, How right you ae!
I have a small one in my purse--for when ideas strike, one in my car dash, one in my larger briefcase and one by my bed.
Now that I am recovering from a broken arm (booo!), I have 2 more at every place I sit.
I can just imagine the coordination I will have to do when I am recovered! Bits and pieces to be knit together. Like my bone, I guess!

Dee Brice said...

Ouch! Another writer friend broke her forearm at RWA nationals this year--just before her presentation! I broke my collarbone when I was very young and have no memory of it (whew!) Good thing you have a new book out and aren't in the middle of edits!

Have a happy Thanksgiving. Hope you aren't doing the cooking!


artlover said...

So sorry about your arm, broken bones are damned painful. I keep a pen with a light in it by the bed, but forget to use it. I usally think of a key word to the idea i'm having and repeat that over and over. Generally can remember that one word, and with luck remember why I'd memorized it. I plot from about two to four almost every morning...Jean