I’m sitting here with a scarf on my head. No, really. It’s balls numbing cold (or at least, that’s what I think would happen. As I don’t have a set of my own, I can’t be entirely certain) and honestly, that impedes my creative process. For the simple fact that freezing fingers don’t make for good typing. And also, I’m pretty sure it slows down the neurons in the creative center in my brain.
Don’t worry. I’ve turned the heat up. But while I’m waiting for things to start working properly again, I’m painstakingly typing this while periodically shoving my hands in my pockets and waiting for them to thaw a bit so that they continue to work.
But see, here’s the thing: even when the fingers don’t work because they are too cold and my brain is sluggishly trying to process…it still works. And slowly imagines just exactly what would happen to two guys were they in a situation where it was freezing cold, the power went out, and they had to find a way to pass the time…while attempting to stay warm. And then, I write it down and file it away to use in my next WIP. And here’s a hint: it’s not what you’re thinking right now.
When you’re a writer, anything and everything can inspire a plot bunny.