Okay? Now what! We need to get in the habit of jotting things down. THINGS? Yeah, things like the way Joe, the boss’s son, rolls his R’s and his eyes at the same time, and the fact that Jean, the front office clerk, is somnambulistic by 3:00 pm. Record the tornado citing, the gloom shadowing the sky, and the faces pressed against the office windows painted with fear. Become a jotter. Realism emerges from real life jots.

When an idea for a story, when a character appears out of nowhere in our head, when our mind’s eye sees a world, or a place, or a scene–jot it, jot it, jot it. When we get home, file it. Stories emerge from imagination jots.