As any writer will probably tell you, inspiration strikes at the most inopportune times. Such as while you are on the toilet or in the shower and a pad and paper are not accessible, or right at the moment you are about to FINALLY fall asleep.
I find myself dropping everything and running for a writing utensil, scratching what later appear to be hieroglyphs, positive that this new idea could THE ONE, the link that ties the rest of the ideas together, and if I don't write it down RIGHT NOW, I will inevitably end up a penniless bag lady, shaking my filthy fist at the world, bitter, resentful, and cold.
Does this happen to anyone else? All of us artistes are infamously loony, so I can't be the only one, right? Right?