A writer’s inspiration can strike at any time. Fortunately, one can bring a pen and paper almost anywhere. Well, I suppose you shouldn’t scribble notes at 65 mph on the highway.
However, I rarely need to use a highway.
On the other hand, I can’t avoid showering. After I make my daily decision not to offend the vigilantes of cleanliness, I constantly come up with ideas for this blog. How inconvenient! Pen and paper don’t exactly work in a wet environment.
I conclude from this that I share a trait with numerous distinguished writers: the ability to productively commune with the Greek gods. It’s just me and my body in the shower (and some soap too) and I draw strength from observing the divinity manifested in me.
And now it’s time to ruin my comedic timing. You see, this is where most writers would put a self-deprecating joke about being fat, ancient, or not so well endowed in certain bodily regions. We don’t go for that kind of predictable humor here at Bumblepuppies.
That means you’re going to have to do without a final punchline from me today. I’m sorry.