They pelt my head like little needles. Batter my brain. Tease me.
Sometimes I see them dancing on shampoo bubbles. They dart in the shallows like little minnows and nibble at my toes. Then they swirl away. Gone. Down the drain.
Sometimes they laugh at me and leap over the edge. I jump out after them. Naked. Water drips everywhere. I try to lasso them with toilet paper, stick them to the windowsill with toothpaste, or seal them in the mirror steam. I chase them through the house, grab a pen/pencil/crayon/knife, and write/carve on whatever is closest–a napkin, a newspaper, a bill, a table, a wall.
Yes. It’s the Secret of the Shower. That place where words and ideas gather in the pipes to plan the next attack on an unprepared writer.
But no more! Shock and awe soon to commence. I will win the Battle of the Brain Drain with new high-tech weaponry!
At first I considered a permanent marker to write directly on my body.
Then I considered bathtub markers.
Supposedly they wash off easily. But I have better things to do that clean my tub/shower/walls/ceiling. Like write. Anyway, some reviewers claim they can still stain. Scratch that idea.
And then a friend suggested something that her forester husband uses. She wrote:
The source: Ben Meadows catalog. benmeadows.com.. OR
(Side note: I don’t have pockets in the shower. Is that TMI?)
They even have special pens! So a writer can capture every sense of a rainstorm–in the middle of the storm!
And then I found this product.
Maybe a little more pricey, but with suction cups for pad and pen!
So there you go. No more ideas down the drain!
Both products on order. I’ll let you know what works best. So glad my husband bought me a new hot water heater for my 60th birthday.
Now does anyone manufacture a waterproof computer?