It’s important to catch the elusive moment of inspiration when it strikes. Stephen King calls this, working when it’s almost “too hot to handle.” (I am putting quotes there because I think I have the phrasing right. However, I am definitely too lazy to go dig up the book and check it out.)
Right now, I am working feverishly to get this site up and running. I am sitting on the toilet (top down, ahem) with my feet propped on the edge of the clawfoot tub. I can hardly remember how I got here, much less why I felt the need to stay here. I should be working on the couch where it’s comfy. Or, at the desk, where there’s a straight-back chair to keep me honest.
Where I really should be is in bed so I can wake up tomorrow and not be Zombie Mommy.
But, no. I am sitting on the john, listening to the ever-present trickle of water in the tank and tinkering away with my newly minted web presence.
It’s sort of like my own version of a Zen garden in here.