I was a bit ill yesterday after my beloved gave me an early Xmas present in the shape of some lurg that is going around Imperial College. At least I can't complain that I never get given anything. So I have spent extra time in bed and generally taking it easy. This meant I missed going to the writers group meeting, but I'm sure they are all glad I didn't come along and give them all an unwanted Xmas present. We also missed the Xmas Jomsviking readers group that we go along to, for the same reason; we like our friends too much to make them ill.
However, while I quite enjoy lying around being busy doing nothing, it has one side-effect. I get terribly hyper with ideas running around my head.
So this morning I was drinking coffee, thinking about reading something, but my head was just full of ideas. Crazy ideas that were a melange of things from my dreams, playing my favourite board game, and thinking about the film Surrogates that I watched a few of years ago. I review it en passant here. So this afternoon, rather than being spent reading a book, chillaxing on the sofa has instead seen me busy writing notes and laying out two novels in Scrivener. One is about AI developments being used by the military that will not end well for the world. The other book deals with living one's life in a world where everything you see is augmented and nothing you see is truly real anymore.
Then I decided in a moment of manic frenzy to compile my Bad Dog universe bible and twiddle with my Professionals meets Cthulhu novel. My shoulders ache now.