Remember how I said that research invariably leads me to new writing ideas? Well, the Sainte Anne mental hospital must have got me thinking about earlier psychoanalysts because I created a character today who has a fascination with Freud. His name is Stephen Maher:
Back in his office, Stephen spent a few minutes polishing his spectacles before calling the AI. The spectacles had belonged to his grandfather and provided no optical enhancements whatsoever, but they did provide some much needed time out. They also made him look like a young Sigmund Freud, or so he’d been told.
Now, the weird thing is that I wrote that paragraph without any clear memory of whether Freud wore glasses or not. This is what I found:
Followed by this:
Both photos are of Sigmund Freud and come from the Freud Museum London.
I was tempted to draw spectacles on the younger image, to give myself a reference pic for ‘Stephen Maher’, but then I got cold feet. I’m more into Skinner than Freud, but defacing his portrait would have felt terribly disrespectful!
Anyway, thanks to Stephen Maher and Freud, my wordcount today is a much more respectable 1161. My imagination is still creaking from lack of use, but I can feel it loosening up, a little bit more each day. Life’s good. 🙂