As I write this, my feet are resting on another chair, elevated to the same level as the other part of my body on which I am sitting... My scientific observation is that this posture is conducive to creative writing. If I may direct your attention to the following three subjects for evidence:

1) Fredericksburg, TX
This was the birthplace of my writing career. I had just had one of the most remarkable cooking experiences of my batchelorhood when I sat down to record the even in my journal. What started off as "Cooked dinner..." turned into a thrilling, emotional, three-page chronicle of one mustard bottle's desire for freedom. This extremely factual tale was written on a full stomach, right after a rain storm, from the comfort of the musty recliner at the front of the trailer I was living in for the summer. It was that masterpiece that inspired me to delve into creative writing (it also caused me to be late for a board meeting).

2) Aldergrove, BC
Sometime around the spring of 2007, my writing career took a nearly fatal blow when writer's block set in. Try as I may, I couldn't seem to write anything that really gripped the reader. Tales of installing computer RAM didn't provoke the same attitude of courage in readers as the mustard bottle's quest for freedom. And the account of spending an hour on the phone with Apple Care didn't invoke the sympathy that the muddy couch did, (for those of you who remember). But it was there in Aldergrove, BC that that spell was broken.

It was a very dark night, and it was raining outside. I'd just finished eating when I went and sat in bed, with my feet elevated in front of me, and began to write. As I wrote about love and pursuit, the story rolled off my fingers like a bowling ball rolling down a hill...

3) Tonight
I don't know how scientific it is to use your conclusion as evidence to support said conclusion, but I'm going to try anyway. Tonight, I've written this from the discomfort of my desk chair. It's stopped raining now, and I just finished supper. My feet have been elevated in front of me to the same level as that part of my body now suffering from Writer's Butt (I plan on studying the causes of Writer's Butt and how to treat and prevent it).

The common denominator in all three subjects was that my feet were elevated. (Sure, it had rained earlier in the day, and I'd just eaten too, but I don't like those common denominators as much). It's undeniable - from the evidence presented, it's possible to conclude that if one want's one could possibly be led to believe that elevating one's feet may potentially improve one's ability to write. And if that's not Journal of Modern Science material, then we didn't evolve from apes.