I think of at least a half dozen things to write about each day. They pop into my mind, as I drive, or just observe; and I forget about them in the evening, or I'm too tired to write them down. After a night's sleep, they're gone forever.
For example: Today, as I was driving, I noticed a Monarch Butterfly at about a foot above windshield level, between four lanes of divided highway, and cars zipping along at 75 miles per hour. Most people don't even notice such things, but I do. My thoughts wonder to whether an updraft, or downdraft, determined the fate of the butterfly. One foot up, and it continued on its journey. One foot down, and it became something to wash off the windshield of a car.
I need to find my pocket recorder; so I can place a few verbal notes to peruse later in the day. Most of it's probably not important to anyone, but me. Still, somebody might like to read what I have to write, and it beats hell out of reruns of "The Simpsons".