Yes, it’s cold season. I fought the good fight for about three weeks, battling a sore throat with Echinacea spray, drinking lots of fluids, staying home and resting. I was determined to be well for a day of author talks at Shaughnessy Elementary School in Vancouver. And I was. The day went well. The kids were fabulous. The sore throat receded. I felt pretty good. But four days after I came back to Victoria, the cold hit. And it’s a doozy. I haven’t had one this bad in years.
My normal tendency is to push through, continue writing, keep up the routine. And I tried. I really did. But this frigus et caput (Latin for head cold – way more descriptive than common cold, don’t you think?) will have none of it. Sitting at the computer is too hard on my eyes. My body aches. My concentration is shot.
So I’ve been tucked up on the couch, a cup of rose hip tea beside me, Team Sheltie at my feet. I’ve been resting, reading, and thinking. Taking notes on One Good Deed, my work-in-progress, when I feel inclined. And here’s a funny thing – this cold seems to have shut down the logical, analytical left side of my brain. The ‘that-wouldn’t-work-editor’ is flat lined. The only part of me that’s thinking (and not too clearly at that) is the ‘why not?’ part of me.
Yesterday I had a thought, admittedly a feverish and fuzzy one, about a possible plot twist in my current WIP. It was the kind of twist that would force the protagonist to do something so far out of her comfort zone it would either leave her guilt-riddled forever, or force her to grow and change the way she needs to in this particular story. It would push my boundaries too because it’s a scene I’m not sure I’d be comfortable writing. Will I run with it? I don’t know. I’ll have to wait until the mucus clears. In the meantime, I’m writing down all the weird and wacky thoughts that float my way. Drinking lots of tea. And cuddling Team Sheltie.