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.