Well, not literally, but I am now struck with the flu, which should say something in the way of how interconnected our world is, where the same illness can strike everywhere flights to, seemingly at once.
Of course, being a writer I imagine it means something else -- that reality is more permeable and porous than we think. That there is another sort of connection behind the reality.
I'm fairly sure this is an illusion, but then if the human mind is a mechanism for organizing reality and giving it coherence, the writer mind is a mechanism for mysticizing reality and giving it meaning, so I will not apologize for being a writer.
Of course, it's entirely possible this is just the fever talking.
I will be back next week with a post on voice -- what it is, how to detect it, and whether it's possible to acquire one.