Thinking about this post, it suddenly struck me how boring writing must look to the non-writer. I sit like a statue staring at screen or paper then suddenly burst into typing or scribbling. Interspersed with this is vague tea-making. I could well understand being mistaken for a zombie. The busy-ness of writing is invisible. The brain is zapping as neurons collide and spark new ideas, but on the outside…not much happens.