Just A Bit Of Silliness Really

Don’t you just hate it when your in the shower and your all soaped up, you’ve got that pore scrub all over your face, and if your someone else and not me, you’ve got your hair all shampooed.

Then, this brilliant start to the story you’ve been struggling with comes into your brain, and you just need something to write on. How you wish you had something, like a waterproof computer or paper that you can write on under water. But you don’t have those, so you try and hold on to this brilliant storyline.

And then you remember that your son has a new aeroplane called El Chupapabra or something and you start singing that name over and over in your head, because lets face it, it’s so cool and very musical. Every intelligent thought goes out of your mind. And by the time you’ve reached 50 El Chupapabra’s, and you’re ready to get out of the shower, you can’t remember anything about the brilliant start to the story you were struggling with.

You go to bed. And I’m not sure about you, but my brain seems to have this auto save system. When the computer crashes and you restart it, sometimes the document that you thought you’d lost forever comes back again. In the middle of the night, while your brain is rehashing all the events of the day, suddenly there is your story. Of course, now it’s got a green-eyed monster in it and it’s taking place on Jupiter, but that is ok, the basic plot is still recognisable.

So, you wake up at 3 am and need to get out of your warm bed. You stumble to the computer and turn it on and you quickly type out your brilliant beginning before El Chupapabra comes along, and you lose it again.