I'm going into my bedroom and I am not coming out until all of my ideas have been found.* They're spirited through notebooks and on scraps of paper, tucked into my wallet and written in the margins of articles all over the place. I intend to impose some kind of filing system on the stacks on my desk because while it may be a hardcopy of my brain, it is also hard to decipher what is what and which relates to how.
*Or until it's time for afternoon tea and a conference panel planning sesh at Becky's. Either or.