When I caught the flu over New Year, I felt such clarity while I had a temperature – in bed with nothing to think about, watch, listen to, I discovered exactly what needed to be written for two specific stories. Healed, mended I cannot quite remember what was so clear, so certain.
The feeling was an explosion of the feeling I have, that others describe when suddenly an idea is in your mind fully realized, or so it seems. But then you have to sit down and do the hard work of making it tangible. The duty of creativity.
east of the fog 