The cat woke me up about 6 this morning, so as I was lying there trying to go back to sleep I started thinking about the next assignment. It's about writing dialogue - we have to write a 2 paragraph monologue in our character's voice. I worked out what I wanted to say but I knew as soon as I got up to use the computer, Billy would probably be up and he'd start talking to me, so I'd lose what was in my head. I grabbed the notebook beside my bed and started trying to scribble it down - it was practically dark and the cat was trying to chew on the end of the pen as I wrote.. Ah the trials!
Anyway I got it written down and then transcribed when I got up. I think if / when I buy that netbook I'll put it next to my bed for when inspiration strikes!
I was reading something about Ruth Park last night, about how she used to jot down story lines while doing the ironing with umpteen kids at her feet. It seems that wonderful novels can be written under any conditions - you don't need the solitude and space. Gee it would be nice though!