I am sickly this weekend. Just a cold, but bad enough to keep me in bed or on the sofa. This has its advantages. A friend of mine said that having a hangover was a good state to be in to write poetry, it just slows your brain enough to concentrate on individual words. I’m finding having your brain slowed by a nasty virus is quite a good way to plot novels.
When I’m fit, my brain has a tendency to flit off. I think one thing, then go off to research it and find myself following up a dozen of other interesting leads. Now I am trapped on the sofa with my notebook my sore head can only stumble along one train of thought at a time. As a result I’m making a lot more progress on the book. When I get fit again I shall give this a try in the hopes it has the same effect. But for now, back to the notebook and the sofa and the advantages of slow thinking.
ps I blogged about luck over on the History Girls site last week, and seem to have done material damage to the peace of mind of some very fine authors as a result. Apologies.