By Maria Capezio Crookes
The best stories I’ve never written flooded my brain while showering. It might be the absence of a cellphone, a screen, or artificial noises. Maybe is the relaxing sound of the water, the scalding temperature trying to burn away the weariness of the days, the routine of knowing where all your things are, without having to look (shampoo on the left, conditioner on the right, of course). And it doesn’t matter how fast I run to the blank page, all the stories vanish with each step I take. That is why, every time I start with the routine, I go in with the hope of finding the one story that is going to stick and reach the paper. Like this one.
