Panicking!

On the weekend, I sat down; just sat down, no prelude, and wrote the opening paragraph to a new novel. It came to me complete and rich. As I wrote the rest of the story unfurled in my mind like a red carpet to a premiere. I got excited. I had to put the pen down and have a think. Then Adam cleaned the house. Now I can't find that piece of paper. $#%&(*2 3334$*@#*@*$U@#*@!!!!!!!!!! Let's hope I find it and it's not lining the bottom of the recycling bin.