The gods of writing can be cruel. Best ideas always seem to come when you are struggling with one story – though the ideas aren’t for THAT story. Or they come just as you are settled into bed for the night. I’ve tried ignoring them, thinking I’ll remember and write them down the next day. That doesn’t work. IF I remember at all, the wonderful perfect phrasing of the previous night is gone and the beauty is lost.
I have put pen and paper in the bathroom next to the nightlight. I can usually manage to scribble enough to capture it for later, though it still necessitates getting out of bed.