Color. Line. A half-heard lyric. Creative sparks don't file themselves — and later, when you're actually making, they're the first thing you need and the last thing you can find.

You're on your way out. A color hits you — pale blood orange, for the series opener. One whisper to the phone. Door closes. Gone from your mind.
Two weeks later, at the easel. 'What did I say about the palette?' Four seconds. Your own words, exactly as you left them — before the paint dries.
Capture the sparks. Find them when you're making.