Other people get great ideas in the shower. I get mine frying bacon.
I don't know why. Maybe it's the mesmerizing sizzle. Maybe it's the fact that I'm just a captive audience for so many minutes - watching, flipping and adjusting the slices so they don't scorch - in a peaceful kitchen so early in the morning.
And it's not brain surgery.
So there I stand, sipping coffee, and I can hear the kids giggling downstairs and the dog causing trouble in the other room but here in the kitchen it's nice and quiet.
I start thinking.
My new book will take place in the Bible Belt. Would it be interesting to have a character who quoted Scripture constantly?
Should I include "The Chesire Cat" in my "Great Smiles in Art" presentation that I'm giving to the third graders this week? It's not technically art ... but I bet they'd love it.
I wonder if I could have a book launch party at a real newspaper?
Should I be making cinnamon rolls to go with this bacon?
You get the idea - Pretty soon, I'm pretty motivated for the day. I don't make bacon every morning, of course. But now I'm thinking, maybe I should.