(Please welcome guest blogger Josie Brown! Josie is blogging for us today, while Karin is playing in New York…. Welcome, Josie!)
[definition: a-‘myuz bush [Fr. amuse the mouth] 1: a small bite before the meal begins.]
I always find it interesting where and when the muse strikes me.
Usually it is when I am in the shower. My husband, Martin, and I are really big on scented soaps (Tip: always on sale in Ross Dress-For-Less; now you know one of my deepest darkest secrets . . .) so there is even more incentive for me to stay all hot (I like my showers steamy) and lathered up.
I write from the moment I wake up, until late at night. That is a luxury, I know, and I am grateful to be able to do so—with periodic breaks, of course, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and a walk in the Northern CA sunshine. (Five miles a day keeps those fridge runs in check).
So when do I shower? That’s part of my lunch break. Or, as I call it, my swunch.
(Get it? Sorta like “brunch” but you’re wet and naked . . .Okay, ya had to be there when I thought it up . . . Yeah, okay, IN THE SHOWER . . . at, um, lunchtime yesterday.)
Well, something’s got to get me out of my PJs, right?
Works for me. And if I’m lucky, I will have written enough pages that really it’s really a working shwunch! In other words, by the time the mirror is lost in the mist and yet another strip of wallpaper has peeled off the wall, I’ve fixed the hole in my plot, or come up with some truly witty dialogue, or worked out some scene that’s been bugging me all morning.
Or best of all, I’ve come up with a whole new book concept.
AND I smell great.
The only problem: No pen works in the tub.
Oh yeah: and the paper gets wet.
And yes, smarty, I tried using a tape recorder. No go.
Hmmm. I think I’ll noodle on that one. Maybe during swunch today . . .
Okay now, ‘fess up: How many of you out there also swunch?
/ Josie Brown
(PS: The computer gets waterlogged, too.)
Josie Brown’s latest book is IMPOSSIBLY TONGUE-TIED (HarperCollins/Avon). Josie left the advertising industry to become a crusading investigative reporter. Sadly, in our voyeuristic culture vulture society, there is an insatiable demand (and better pay) for celebrity journalists, which is how Josie came to rub elbows (not to mention egos) with the rich and famous. She still writes about celebrity, sex and scandal, only now as fiction (which, she insists, is just as strange as what she knows to be fact). You can read more about Josie and her books on her website: http://www.josiebrown.com