Chocolate

Yes, after supper last night I succumbed and scoffed my favourite milk chocolate. So what? So I haven't eaten any chocolate for a couple of months and then I suddenly eat a lot and woo-hoo, what a sugar rush. Only inconveniently for me, it occured for most of the night and kept me awake, but interestingly, appeared to boost my creativity no end. Or is it just that in the quiet of the night, a rested brain gets the opportunity to boot up its creative side? In that case have I just made the case for chocolate not making any difference and can't use that as my excuse next time my creativity flags?

A new character and his wife appeared from nowhere. What a lovely little man he is. Small, rotund, with glasses and boy he never shuts up. Hes' a slightly mad philatelist. Not that I am equating all philatelists with madness. Mild eccentricity maybe. I should know, I'm married to one and he could provide material for several books. He hasn't got a name yet, my new character. He did instantly have a name, but I know some folks with the same name and they wouldn't be flattered. He's a real sweetie and I look forward to him appearing here and there in the book.

I also had ideas re. that first scene again. Don't ask me why, but a horse performing dressage comes into my mind. First I was going forward with the scene, then writing it backwards way on and now I feel I'm trottng sideways with it. Move over Charlotte du Jardin, I'm coming through.

So what to conclude? Does chocolate promote creativity or was it co-incidental? Do I eat more chocolate and have a short life but a happy one as my cholesterol goes through the roof? Maybe not. I can't stand the wakeful nights. I am like a wet weekend this morning whilst my husband, who had a great nights sleep, is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and so annoyngly bouncy he makes tigger look like a slacker. Maybe next time I'm drawn to the chocolate I'll settle for just a couple of squares. As my mother used to say 'moderation in all things darling'. Maybe she knew a thing or two.