Driving helps me to come up with new writing ideas. That is to say that I come up with new ideas when on a long trip, not that I drive specifically to brainstorm. The notepad sits beside me when we go on holiday in the car. DH is now used to me suddenly plunging into the notepad, scribbling for a few minutes and then putting it away again without a word. (Maybe I’m actually grading his driving. Or maybe I’m just being mysterious to keep him on his toes. He’ll never know...)
And last night an alternative plot structure revealed itself to me while I was.... *drum roll* washing the dishes.
Why can’t it be scoffing chocolate that gives me new ideas? Or necking a glass of wine that shifts the plot-block? Lounging in bed in the mornings does bring me new sentences, but staying in bed all day -appealing as that sounds- doesn’t really work with school-runs and family. All this strikes me as a very underhand way that the Universe has of getting me to face the domesticity.
So I’d like to hear what things get your creative juices flowing and if you have the same predicament. (That includes you lurkers out there who I would LOVE to get to know this year. Come on the Russian contingent, make yourself known!)
Am now eyeing the toilet brush with the hope that it will pay me back with a bestseller....