I’ve been fighting off a truly, truly wicked cold for nine days now — ugh — and as such all productive activity (writing, blogging, cooking, Christmas shopping, housecleaning) has ground to a halt. This is mightily annoying, as is the cough, but there’s this one weird side effect to being super-sick: All of a sudden, my brain is FULL of story ideas. Within the nine days, between doses of cough syrup and Nyquil, I’ve come up with a number of different, intriguing ideas, at least three of which I think I want to pursue.
The funny thing is, this has happened to me before. Last year, while recuperating from surgery, I came up with the rough version of the idea that I’ve now spent the past couple of months working on, as well as another couple concepts that, while backburnered for now, are solid story ideas.
And I was just saying to myself about two months ago, “Wow, I haven’t had a new book idea in a while.” But I reminded myself then that, for me at least, these things come in waves: I have no new ideas for ten months, then during the next two come up with more concepts than I could follow if I were a full-time writer for the next five years. What I never realized before was that apparently the waves all come when I’m sick!
Does this happen to anybody else? Would a cure for the common cold (or, in this particular case, uncommonly vicious cold) end all creative thought as we know it? Or is this just the meds talking? Will I come down from my Robitussin high and realize these story concepts are all so much jibberish? Only time will tell.