In a previous post I stated my preference of journals for first drafts. When it comes to random ideas though, I will write on any scrap of paper I can lay my hands on. I then keep them in my short story journal; you never know when a fragment of lines might evolve into a more solid tale.
This fragment was written on a paper bag from a purchase made at Glastonbury, with the piece written while I was on site:
“It’s strange being sat on top of the world. Not literally, but close enough. Fragments of music as closely related as cheddar and stilton filter upwards creating a strange mash-up that somehow works with the tranquility of the top. The flags flutter constantly at this height, the breeze taking the edge off the summer evening. Night is slow to come and does not linger long when it does arrive.”
