I need to have either a personal assistant of sorts or a recording device in the bathroom for myself. Practically every single day, when in the shower, I have loads of fabulous ideas (and not just about writing, but about various parts of life). And, by the time I turn off the water, – and yes, this is even if it is the shortest shower ever – I have forgotten almost all of it. Then, whatever meager bits remain in the front regions of my memory at that point decide to taunt me after I rush to paper or a computer to jot them down. So, almost every night, I have this fabulous and effortless brainstorming activity which produces innumerable magnificent ideas, all of which I promptly forget.
The feeling of loss is real, in an odd way. And yet, it is somehow utterly ridiculous, as well. Just plain laughable. I mean, who has their best ideas in the shower, anyway?
Then again, who doesn’t?
I’ve really got to do something about this one… really. 😛