I got hospitalized for a leg infection yesterday. I'm just lying here with a drip in my hand and nothing to do. I'm bored out of my skull.
Of course it happened just when I was about to finish another short story, too.
Still, it inspires me too. I had this old story idea of a guy just lying ina bed with nothing to do. Difference being, where I should get out the day after tomorrow, he would have to sit there for months. Months of thinking about stuff, finding ways to pass time. Without his legs.
I bet I could stretch it for a thousand pages.