Going through a pile of old notebooks that were buried in my office yesterday, I found a bunch of interesting fragments. I remember the one above very clearly. It dates from a grey winter day sometime in early 2005.
I was working on my novel Dirty Liar at the time and I remember feeling stuck, which happened often during that book. I took a short walk into the small patch of woods near the cabin I was living in at the time in search of inspiration. The above note is what I saw that day.
The text from this not appears almost word for word in Dirty Liar. Sometimes a good note is all you need.