Writing fiction, I’ve discovered, has side-effects. Not bad ones, like some medications, but they are unexpected. Like being more observant. Not only do I notice objects in more detail, I notice things I would never have noticed before. Like spiders’ webs: the way they are constructed - not always perfect, but perfectly designed for purpose. The way the raindrops hang in minute rows along the delicate strands, the way the light refracts from them, with a mirror-like effect if