I was reading about the mystical experiences of Plotinus in Leszek Kolakowski's rubbish popular philosophy book: 'Why is there something rather than nothing.' This has been my toilet reading book for the last month or so. Now I am on the last chapter I may leave it in there and put it to a decent use. Anyway, the mystical experience stuff gave me an idea that may reinvigorate my abandoned time-travelling schoolgirl novel, 'The dial's shady stealth.' If my word count suddenly jumps to about twelve thousand it is probably because I have returned to working on that.