It’s been a weird week.
I gave my talk on Wednesday night with Lian Tanner – between us we chatted a lot about creativity, about keeping score as writers, and what with one thing and another we kept coming back to the ridiculously high standards to which we end up holding ourselves.
I walked outside afterwards in the rain, and breathed in cold air with my flu-damaged lungs, and something went, click.
The next day I was taken into hospital by ambulance with what turned out to be pneumonia.
So, from being completely devastated and exhausted by a week of my children being sick, and then me being sick, and then school holidays piling down around my head, I ended up with a bizarre four days in a calm, empty hospital room with my own nebuliser and access to Fox Sports. Oh, and barely being able to talk for more than a sentence or two at a time.
It’s not the rest cure I would have chosen at all, but apparently it was what I needed!