I usually "write" in the car. In my head at least. I talk my characters through scenes, trying to feel out what one would say to another in certain situations. I works through how they got to that scene, what they want to do next, etc. It's really quite amazing I get anywhere safely at all.
I also "write" at night, laying in bed. Again, not actually typing. My actually typing happens at odd times throughout the day.
None of this has been happening this week.
Since Sunday night, though, I've been sick with some sort of cold/flu garbage. My brain has been reduced to a swirling grey sludge focused on breathing and getting my next dose of Advil.
It's Tuesday, and I'm trying to get back in gear. But I'm still achy and dull. I want my brain back so I can get back into the story.
Iwas just starting to gain some real ground and now I'm too lame to get it down. (of course, I'm well enough to write this boring post)
Sick sucks. Do I look like I'm capable of creativity?
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