When you're desperate for some quiet writing time...get yourself hospitalized.
Okay, I know it sounds extreme, but hear me out.
Firstly, let me assure you that I'm not just spouting random theory based on something I read on Wikipedia. No, I'm actually trialling this approach myself...blogging from a hospital bed. And you all know hospital beds are not easy to come by, much like those coveted places in writers' retreats...so I see the fact I've managed to score one as quite a coup.
I'll be the first to admit there are some less than desirable features associated with my chosen method of getting some peace and quiet. I mean, firstly, you have to have some kind of illness, or a moderately serious health issue at the very least. They won't take just anyone.
And then there's the IV cannula thing. Also not so nice. I'm not going to post a picture of the one sticking out of my arm. If you really want to know what one looks like, feel free to google it.
But then there are the positives.
Today, my post is all about the food. In my next post, I'll share with you my totally portable, super-nifty hospital-based IT setup, all made possible courtesy of my very own IT Man.
Now firstly, reflect for a moment on how long you spend making sure you (and your family) get fed. There's the shopping, the meal preparation, the cleaning up afterwards...and it's all time you could be spending writing, right?
So how good would it be to get your meals delivered on a tray, like I do here in hospital, three times a day?
Breakfast. Why does food always look more exciting when it's delivered on a tray? They could have gone with a real bowl for the breakfast cereal instead of a plastic container. And they forgot my packet of prunes. But I'm being picky.
Lunch. You know you want it. Veal with sweet potato and gravy. Yum, right?
Dinner. This really was the pièce de résistance - I was quite overwhelmed when I lifted the lid to see the hospital chef's interpretation of 'vegetables in season'. 'Cos I'd been thinking of something mundane, like, y'know, chargrilled artichoke hearts...or panfried mushrooms. Maybe steamed sweet corn on the cob. But no. The people in this kitchen clearly operate at a completely different level of creativity than humble souls like me.
And yep. It's pretty exciting. I get to fill out a cool menu like this EVERY SINGLE DAY! I really am spoilt for choice.
Disclaimer: I really am in hospital, but the views expressed in this post are firmly tongue in cheek. I have a tremendous amount of respect and appreciation for our public hospital system, and I'm very aware of the fact that every aspect of my hospital stay (including the food) is 100% FREE, one of the reasons I feel very lucky to be Australian.