Some decent work today – got up, made coffee, had breakfast. Usual routine. Sat down to work and wrote a really decent few bars, including setting 2 more lines, leaving me with only 3 lines of movement 6 to write, one of which I definitely have planned.
Then I had a quick shower, spot of lunch, sat down to work again and… nothing. I sat staring at my screen, my manuscript, my text, for a good 40 minutes, and nothing happened.
What had changed in those few minutes?
I was no longer wearing my horrible ratty old cardigan with one elbow patch falling off that I’d been wearing all morning. It sounds mad, but I definitely think there's something about wearing that cardigan that makes me work better.