If you are a writer, or live with one, you have a pen and notepad by your bed.
It is just a given.
Why, all you non-writers ask? Because it is after you have gotten comfortable, are drifting towards sleep, ready to turn off your brain for a few hours that inspiration comes knocking.
Great snippets of conversation from you character, or a flash of a essential scene flood your brain just at that moment and you MUST write it down.
You can tell yourself that you’ll remember – that it is too perfect or awesome to forget but you only do that once. Once – because the next days weeping over that perfect moment you lost during the slumber is the most bitter.
I got that moment again last night. I hastily scribbled down the conversation and, with a smile, sighed and laid my head back on the pillow.
This morning I transcribed it to the computer, fleshed it out some and even added more.
The only sad part – the part that made me shake my head just before it settled on to the pillow – the scene is for a short story. A short story that I really don’t have time for.
I am finishing up the fourth novel, I have plumbing yet to do and soon the blizzard outside will be nothing to the blizzard of edits I’ll be entrenched in.
Still - better an over active Muse than a silent sullen one.