Or maybe a-muse-ing.
Anyway, last week was a killer, temperature-wise. I remember going to bed Tuesday and being chilly. On Wednesday, it took about an hour of avoiding looking outside for the heat to really hit. I sat down to write wondering how I’d get anything done. And I wrote three thousand words in two hours.
Don’t get me wrong. I had a good idea what I was going to write and I prepped myself with a good book beforehand. But there have been days when I’ve done that and nothing worthy has come out. This was 3K without even trying. I’d say “without breaking a sweat” but it was ninety five degrees out and I don’t have air conditioning.
Maybe because I was driven to escape, the adverse conditions inspired me. I kept looking down and finding a thousand words added. And then I’d go for a popsicle. (I’d be worried about all the sugar except I probably sweated it all out.) It probably helped that my WIP is set in a world with constant hundred degree heat. Write what you know and all that.
The moral of this story? Absolutely nothing. Sometimes it’s just funny to share something weird.
Is your muse as weird as mine? Do you write well under adverse conditions, whether physical (like a heat wave) or mental (like stress)? Any funny writing stories to share?