It never fails. Just when I think I’ll get ten minutes of peaceful relaxation in the shower. No kids or co-workers asking me to do things. Something else happens. My characters start talking to each other, having zippy conversations. I can barely keep track and hope I’ll remember when I get out the shower. Or plot ideas rush to me and I hold on to the details so I don’t forget.
I’m guessing it’s what happens when you turn off all the other junk running through your mind that your creative side gets a few minutes. I don’t know. It’s a blessing and a curse. Sometimes my best ideas come to me when I’m trying to keep the shampoo out of my eyes. Other times I wish I could just get a few minutes of peaceful meditation.
Does this happen to you? Or something similar?