Today was a day of art, walking around the NSW Art Gallery. It’s always good to see all the old classics, and we caught the last day of the Afghanistan exhibit.
Never knew that the place was on the old trade roads from the far east, and that it had been a greek empire outpost way back. Beautiful gold, glass and ivory stuff. There were these sundials carved from stone, and tiles from an old gymnasium. Supposedly Socrates had this idea that the mind was weakened if the body was weak, so they built these gymnasiums to teach both intellectual pursuits and to train the body.
I don’t know if that’s right or not, but I haven’t lifted or done exercise this weekend, and the writing hasn’t flowed, so maybe there’s some truth to it. Or maybe my brain just refuses to work Sundays.
I had some ideas yesterday about how to extricate my characters from their situation, without making it too easy for them. The only problem was that these ideas came when I was about to run out the door for the day. I didn’t really have a minute, but I took two anyway (unhappy wifey) and scribbled all the ideas down on my Samsung note. Today I was glad, because all I had to do was look back and piece the whole scene together.
How do you keep your notes for projects?