maybe it’s the fluoride
They really must put something in the water, because shower-time packs more story inspiration per minute than any other thing I do, and that includes driving.
Which is by way of saying I figured out the entire plot of my Yuletide story while washing my hair, and I am very pleased with it. Hopefully my recipient will be, too. I think I’m managing to play to the ideas they floated in their request letter, while also incorporating some nifty ideas of my own. (And best of all, it’s unlikely to balloon up to a ten thousand word monstrosity. Which is good, since this has to be done by the twentieth.)
Now, do I start work on the story, or spend more time reviewing the source? Decisions, decisions . . . .