The Muse Strikes

Hmm...the muse strikes. Whenever, wherever, she wants, she hits me sometimes so hard I nearly smack my head on the tiled shower wall. Yes, that's where I usually am when the muse strikes. In the shower. Which is exactly where I was this morning when she made another unannounced, unscheduled visit. Shampooing my hair and BAM! An idea.

For now, it's just a little niggling idea. A "what if?" kind of thing. But who knows? With a little thought and some tweaking, the little idea could be something more. The next book, perhaps?

I'll keep you informed. For now, I'm wondering if I need another shower...