I Found My Muse in the Shower
Or, to be more precise, I think the shower might actually be my muse.
From the moment I step under the water, my hands are busy in my hair with the shampoo, shaving my armpits, washing my face, on autopilot orchestrating the cleaning and tidying of my body.
And as a general rule, I’m alone in there.
It might be the only place in my life where I’m truly free from any real distraction. And that, my friends, is where inspiration strikes. I dream up parties, blog posts, novels, life plans, break up letters, jokes, rhymes, ways to beat Red at Boggle and career moves.
Some of my ideas are even good!
The day I figure out how to watch 90’s sitcoms on my laptop and shower simultaneously may be the last time I dream up anything creative!
I took a copywriting course last year and after class I would inevitably burst out of the bathroom, towel-clad, in a whoosh of coconut-scented steam, babbling out ideas like a caffeinated gibbon, hands drawing in the air while my (ex) fiancé looked on, bewildered, and probably amused, from the couch.
I love it, that almost-panic moment when an idea starts forming. You try to hold it in your mind even as it grows tendrils and spirals and shape-shifts and multiplies.
I love racing to find a computer, a pen, a phone, a scrap of vellum and an inkwell: anything to pin down the slippery creature in some permanent way before it escapes my mind. I love when the words come so fast my fingers can’t keep up!
Maybe a laptop in the shower wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
Where do you find your inspiration? Is it a physical space for you, or a state you get into that unlocks your creativity?