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"This is a question I&amp;#x27;ve been, um, thinking about lately. As you can probably tell, I&amp;#x27;m someone who likes to ponder and wonder and hypothesize and analyze and, well, these days it doesn&amp;#x27;t come that easy to me. And I miss it. I no longer have a mind-numbing commute to get me soul searching and there isn&amp;#x27;t exactly a lot of downtime in my life right now. Airplanes used to be my go-to place for deep, introspective, idea-generating think time. No cell phones or computers to interrupt. The whirr of the engines to lull the annoying to-do list playing on repeat in my head. Maybe some tomato juice (with vodka, if the spirit moved me) and a few peanuts to get the juices flowing. God, I loved flying. But these days plane rides don&amp;#x27;t happen that often and when they do they&amp;#x27;re pretty much torture, thanks to our adorable-but-very-curious child who isn&amp;#x27;t interested in sitting for five minutes let alone three hours. And forget about peanuts. Nobody gets peanuts when we&amp;#x27;re onboard thanks to Alex&amp;#x27;s allergy. Believe it or not, my best thinking&amp;amp;#8212;about writing, cooking, living&amp;amp;#8212;gets done in the shower. I&amp;#x27;ve come up with the lead to almost every story I&amp;#x27;ve written since I went freelance while sudsing my hair with Pantene. It ain&amp;#x27;t sexy, but it&amp;#x27;s the truth. Fortunately showering is something I do at least once a day. Unfortunately, they never last more than seven minutes&amp;amp;#8212;this morning&amp;#x27;s involved Alex walking into the bathroom saying, &amp;quot;showa, showa, showa&amp;quot; and banging on the glass. Not exactly going to draft the next great American novel with that going on in the background. But for the most part it works. This weekend I even tried to get into what I thought would be a more appropriate &amp;quot;thinking&amp;quot; mode. Alex was sleeping, Nick was watching football in the other room so I lied on the couch in front of the fire while snow fell outside. It seemed like the perfect setting to come up with an idea for my next book or decide what I really want to do with my life or when to start trying for another baby. But all I could think about was...flipping the laundry. And emptying the dishwasher. I get distracted too easily. But for some reason, not in the shower. Perhaps I should start taking longer ones?! I&amp;#x27;m curious, where do you do your serious thinking? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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