..in my head.
while I was in the shower, I had a mental image of white geese wearing bonnets. I know that's crazy and a boy hiding in a weeping willow tree while a woman yells at the geese.
As I lathered my hair with vivid scents of spring flowers, I wondered what made the woman yell at the geese and why were they wearing bonnets. And the boy, was he her son or just a kid hiding in the tree watching her and the geese?
As I got ready for work, a story formed. And I realized I have a novel for this Nov. So I took notes while I sipped my morning coffee and ate a bran muffin.
My muse works best when wet.