For the past couple of weeks, I’ve had a bad case of book brain.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it refers to the severe absent-mindedness associated with being deep into writing a novel.
The reason for this is that humans are capable of holding five to nine (or about seven) pieces of information in their brain at the same time. If you use five of these slots to track what’s happening in your book, that doesn’t leave much for real life.
Under the effects of book brain, I have:
- Forgotten appointments
- Burned dinner
- Forgotten to put specific ingredients in dinner (thus turning a somewhat healthy bacon-cheese-and-broccoli quiche into a completely irredeemable bacon-and-cheese quiche
- Completely forgotten to make dinner
- Missed my turnoff
- Missed birthdays
- Looked up to realize Old Dog has been waiting for a response for a really long time
- Solved knotty plot problems
- Created inticate characters
- Described settings so real you could be there
- Written some really great stuff that, even when I went back and re-read it months later, I still thought was great stuff.
I’m hoping this round yields some of those positive results.