Creativity Comes Calling

And about bloody time too.

Having sorted out the spare room last weekend into a writing room, complete with new desk (beech table top, pink metal tubular legs - Ikea-build-your-own-table), and new toy stuffed snake to wrap around my neck, it amazed me that last week I felt no creative spark at all. Might have been something to do with the flu though...

But yesterday on the way home from the fruitless shopping trip (see below) I had a surge of fabulous ideas for the new novel I've been making notes on for the last month or so. Got home and immediately spent two hours on the laptop with my notes and new thoughts, and managed to knock out a decent chapter plan (they tend to change constantly, but I do like them as a notion to keep my digressions just a little more in check), and a rought draft of Chapter One. Haven't felt this happy (or relieved) in ages.