The other night I couldn’t think of anything to write. I sat at my keyboard for 10 minutes (usually if nothing comes to mind in 10 minutes, it’s not meant to be).
So I continued with my evening routine. I put the kids in bed and walked passed a sink full of dishes three times before deciding to hop in the shower.
After wash, rinse and halfway through repeat, I’d come up with 5 fresh ideas. Typical. My best ideas come to me at the most inconvenient times. I just had to write them down before I forgot.
A trail of soapy water on the bathroom tile and a soaked notepad were the only real downside. After all, if I didn’t write those ideas down, I’d be writing posts about topics as meaningless as shower thinking.