When I’m staring out the window (looking at clouds or wondering where the mailman is at), gardening, even showering…TMI?). Anytime my mind as the ability to wander, and doesn’t have 582 other things going on, ideas hit me like lightening bolts.
Literally, my face turns to shock! Because that is how it takes a hold of me. Eyes wide, mouth drops into the shape of an O.
Then I must decide, do I write it all out now, save for later? How much is it going to nag at me to be written? Is it a picture book, young adult, adult, chapter book, middle grade, a poem, or a magazine story?
So go on, be absent-minded!