Some writers keep little pads of paper at the bedside for recording dreams.
I don’t need one of those. My dreams are vivid, so I have no problem remembering dreamed ideas worth keeping.
What I need is a notepad at the breakfast table for the ideas that come to mind over toast & tea but disappear as soon as I sit down to write an hour later.
Maybe if I make a note here, I’ll finally remember to hunt up a notepad before tomorrow.
But I wouldn’t count on it.