So, normally I like to take long showers. There really is no better place to think than a shower. The heat, the white noise, the small, white encapsulated area. It’s the only place where I’m really thoroughly undistracted. It’s the best time to come up with writing ideas.
It’s my habit to ‘write’ in the shower. I work out hinky bits of dialogue or straighten out crooked plot lines, or even iron out some character points. I can get so much thinking done, so when I turn off the water and dry off, I’m ready to just sit down and pour out everything that I’ve just thought up.
In the shower lately, though, I’ve found it hard to focus. I try to think about my book, but little niggling things keep working their way through my mental pages, like termites. Things that my brain tells me are Important Things, Crucial Things. Today I stood in the shower, washing up for the long trip back to America, and all I could think was APARTMENT APARTMENT APARTMENT.
Has Taylor heard from the APARTMENT and if we don’t get this APARTMENT when can we start looking for other APARTMENTS and is APARTMENT hunting o Craigslist really the best way to go or is there some other APARTMENT listing we should know about oh and we should really talk to the APARTMENT management place that liked us to see if we can get first dibs on an APARTMENT but oh gosh I wish I had a JOB to pay for the APARTMENT did I send my resume to that one place that had JOB openings, the vet place, no, I don’t think I did, shit, now I’m coming home with no APARTMENT and no JOB but maybe if we if we if we if we.
All of this nonsense has preempted my story time, and I’m afraid that even when I find a JOB and an APARTMENT that it may not go away.