My mornings don’t begin with a shower. They begin with feeding the cats, a cup of coffee and a writing session. Then breakfast. Finally, a shower to completely wake me up. There’s nothing like a good shower to jerk the subconscious out of its malaise. Often an idea comes to me out of nowhere while I am showering. It might be a line for a story I am working on or it might be a new blog post. Zap! and it’s there. Hope I can keep it in mind while I hurry out of the shower and write it down. Many a great idea has been lost during that transition.
shower water falls
soap upon the face and arms
singing in the rain
Very well written 👏😄
So that’s the secret to your seemingly endless, creative stream of stories and poetry: a morning shower. I use my morning walk the same way. I find i can’t force ideas by consciously thinking about a writing problem I’m having or what I’ll write my next post about; they have to sneak in unbidden, and it’s glorious when they do.
Also writing everyday helps as well. There’s always something out there to discover when you least expect it.
The way you start with a description and with HAIKU is very impressive ⭐
That happens to me too! The idea… and then trying to hold onto it as as I get dried off.