I woke up early this morning, the blurb for my second novel running through my brain.
I groaned.
Desperately I tried to keep it rolling. Please, just a little longer! It started to fade.
I groaned.
The cowpoke groaned. “What is it?”
“I’ve got the blurb for Valkrey’s Moon. No pen, no paper.”
“Get up! Go now!” He says, suddenly on full alert.
Sigh. He knows I usually lose those sparkling early morning gems.
So up I get to scribble down the main points, on the back of - a castoff piece of writing. Now where did that come from? Toss. Onward and upward.
I love my sub-conscious. Feeding it random thoughts and ideas as I float off into dreamland. Letting good old ‘Fred in my head’ process the info while I sleep. Waking up inspired. Sometimes.
Conversely, last night I was mentally composing the synopsis for Mark of the Flame as I drifted off. I think ‘Fred in my head’ is trying to tell me something.
Sorry Flame. I guess you’re simmering on the back burner for a while longer.
This better be good Fred!
LoL, Gotta love those early morning wake up's from the muse. Get yourself a notebook and keep it under your pillow, on your nightstand, or on the ground below the bed. That way you are never too far from writing it down!
ReplyDeletequixotic: Yeah I have a love hate relationship with Fred, lol. Excellent advice on the notebook. I've got to learn to put it back after I use it..
ReplyDeleteI hate it when that happens. On my trip to Omaha, I woke up a couple of times with ideas, and by the time I found a pen and paper, the ideas were gone! Urrgh! Maybe they'll come back to me.
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