Fever -- the Writer's Friend?
I remember with my novella "Left of the Dial," especially, how the convoluted timestreams that were giving me so much trouble gradually untangled themselves as my temperature rose, until, by the time I was up and about again, I had the story all finished in my head, and it merely remained to write it out.
Has anyone else experienced this? Neither drugs nor drink has ever had this effect on me; only fever. It's enough to make me seriously think about ways in which I could cultivate a low-level fever during those times when I'm trying to work out the ideas, technical and otherwise, behind a story or book.