The Grand Canyon? The Appalachians? The Painted Desert?
No. I'm talking about my bathroom. The bathroom sink, to be specific. I was washing my hands there this past Saturday when suddenly it came to me. I knew what I was missing in the book I'm working on. It came to me with perfect clarity. For the last two days I've started writing in the plot change, and it works beautifully.
It's happened to me in the shower. It's happened while I was driving. I may be washing dishes or waking up from a nap. Suddenly it comes. Inspiration. Total clarity.
The Grand Canyon is wonderful, but if I ever get stuck in my story I think I'll just take a trip to the bathroom.
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