↑Sometimes I need to think on something for a while. Let ideas steep in my head. I keep some of the more curious and interesting things as tidbits I can draw on at a later date. Prosopagnosia was one – I once considered writing a sort of modern alternate reality setting where every country had a monarchy, politics were literally cutthroat and the protagonist was a prince with prosopagnosia. The inability to recognize people.
So it was floating somewhere around my brain over the past few weeks, and I was thinking about the plague in terms of what the Nine would choose and why (trying to meet many of the points raised by Tattletale/Skitter/Grue in the discussion at the chapter’s beginning), just sort of letting my brain free-range for things that might work, and it sort of clicked. Some research and broadening of the effect, and I settled on it (with, admittedly, a bit of nervousness that it would make Taylor appear uncharacteristically stupid – the response to the chapter so far has assuaged that worry).
Then I thought of how it could be taken one step further. I think I was in the shower, and I just let out an evil laugh.