It never strikes at a convenient time, does it? The muse in charge of new ideas is a fickle creature even on a good day. It never seems to bring inspiration when I really need it.
No, it waits for inconvenient moments when I can’t possible get to a piece of paper and a pen.
I’ve had ideas in the shower or while I’m driving in traffic or when I’m in the middle of cutting up raw chicken for dinner.
Not really moments when I can drop everything to get the elusive nugget of an idea down on paper before it drifts away from me. I think I should invest in very small notebooks that I can wear around my neck.
Or one of those little voice recorders, that wouldn’t work that well in a shower though.
What’s the strangest place that inspiration has ever struck you?