Sometimes when I am going about my life, doing mundane daily tasks and the like, I come up with funny little thoughts that seem to formulate themselves into lines right out of a novel.  This has happened to me my whole life as I can remember the same thing happening as a kid.  I would be walking through a park or something and in my mind I was figuring out how I was going to word passages for my great novel.

It happened the other day when I was putting things in my closet and trying to figure out where to hang the lingerie.  You know, that kind of lingerie.  I had two choices– in the back near the winter coats or in the front where it would be the first thing anyone (including my mother) would see when they walked in there.  I couldn’t really put them in the middle in between the shirts and pants, so in the end I  put them in the back of the closet.  And then I heard it:

She kept her lingerie where she kept her secrets, in the back of her closet where they weren’t open to the public eye.  

And I thought it would make a great line in some novel.  Although I will probably never use it, since it seems a little too racy for anything I might ever write.