Why is it ideas come at the least expected and most inconvenient time?
I thought I’d trained my thoughts to assemble when I was having a shower.
Then there’s that quiet spot down in the lounge, by the window, away from everything. But now it seems that will not work all that well because the telephone rings regularly with scammers, threatening to cut off my internet, my telephone, just about every wire that comes into the house.
Don’t you hate that?
I wasn’t considering a new idea for yet another book; I have so many on the go already. But, the sad truth is, you have no control over it.
When I sit down, listening to Ravel, or some other classical music, I close my eyes and drift along to the music, waiting for the imagination to kick in.
Can’t force it, can you?
But, five minutes to three, after a frantic call announcing yet another storm in a teacup, I’m racing out the door, setting the alarm, locking the door, and …
… bing …
The idea is there, out of left field, in front of me.
Good thing my phone is now a recording device enabling me to speak and drive and solve all manner of crises on the go.
Try and beast that superman, batman, spiderman…