I’d love to say that inspiration struck me here. That getting back to nature was my muse.
But it didn’t and it wasn’t.
The place where inspiration consistently strikes me?
It’s the bathroom.
I got the concept for my adult commercial fiction novel while scrubbing the tiles in my tub. The conflict and POV came while I cleaned the toilet.
Every time I take a shower, I have an a-ha moment with whatever story I’m working on.
When I’m doing handwashing in the sink, bam the perfect word/turn of phrase pops into my head.
Mind you this doesn’t happen when I’m dusting or vacuuming.
There’s something bizarrely magical about the bathroom. It’s my muse place.
Not sure if it’s all the water or the sense of privacy, but that is my room of realizations and breakthroughs.
What’s the weirdest place you’ve been when inspiration hit?