Drowning My Ideas

It has come to my attention that over the last couple of years I have often come up with solutions to life; Flashing Tampons, marrying Jacob Zuma and various other ridiculous ideas. The problem is that nobody else seems to think that they are nearly as wonderful as I do. Well this one is going to change your mind. This time I am going to start a trend.

Actually, in all honesty, you are probably all going to read this blog, (hopefully) have a little giggle and then immediately forget everything that I said. But, because I believe that one day my silly little blog will change someone’s life I am going to tell you about my new great invention anyway.

Okay, so the problem is that I always have my most creative moments when I am in the shower where I cannot write them down. Then by the time I have gotten out of the shower, got dressed and sat down at my computer to write, all my awesome ideas are gone. This has been happening for a while now (seems my memory is on the blink) and I have been trying to find a solution that doesn’t involve me hoping out mid-shower, running around my flat butt-naked looking for a pen to scribble down my idea thus terrifying my neighbours, my sister and worst of all her guests.

So what is my grand solution to a problem which NOBODY else cares about? Well the solution is easy, I have decided that I am going to go out and buy a couple white board markers, store them in my shower and then when I have an AHA! moment (it’s bound to happen eventually) I can just scribble it on the wall of my shower.

In the interest of full disclosure I should inform you all that this morning was my first shower with the markers. I spent about fifteen minutes (3x the length of my normal shower) standing in the shower waiting for an idea to strike. When it eventually did I quickly scribbled down some notes on the idea and then rushed the rest of my shower. I quickly got out and sat down to my computer to write. It was at this point that I realized just how lucky you all are that I share my wonderful ideas with you.

I finished writing, took a deep breath, looked around and realized that I was sitting at my desk, still butt-naked, still terrifying my neighbours, and covered in the ink of what turned out to be a permanent marker. Maybe I should just stick to being JZ’s housewife. 

PS. Why is it that Jacob Zuma is always in the shower stories?