As They Soar Past Me.
I have often spoken with my beau about this exact topic, usually whilst smoking a pipe. I have a difficult time catching my thoughts, having millions of them with each passing moment. This is how I describe the process of "catching" my thoughts to my beau.
I sit in my mind on a grassy hill and there are super fast butterflies all around me. I try and catch them with my butterfly net but I am not fast enough. Every once in a while I get a really good idea, but most of the time its just a lame idea. Sometimes I catch them and then when I try and get a closer look at the butterfly I open the net too wide and it escapes my clutches.
When I am able to catch one of these thoughts I then have to tell someone immeadiatly or I end up forgetting that I even had an idea.
I guess I could carry around a notebook and write some of the ideas down when I get them, but I would end up not having a pen.