I had a dream…

My writing has taken a backseat due to studies, life and whatnot and even since I finished my latest module (a whole month ago!), I’ve not been able to get my writing mojo back. I’ve kept busy catching up with friends long forgotten due to my never-ending cycle of assignments and exams and tackled the tip that my house had become. I’ve made a considerable dent in my to-be-read pile, but I haven’t written more than an email.

Until yesterday. On Tuesday night, I had a dream. I never usually remember my dreams, or if I do its only fragments. This dream, however, I remembered in detail. It was quite a scary dream; you know, the kind that wakes you up in a cold sweat rendering it almost impossible to get back to sleep. At 4am, I decided to write it down. I’m sure I read in some hospital waiting room magazine, that that’s what you should do. Anyway, yesterday, I couldn’t get the dream out of my head. I looked over what I had scrawled and decided it would make a good short story. So, off I trotted to my laptop to work on the first piece of fiction in almost a year. What happened next, I did not expect. As I typed, a dozen other ideas swarmed my mind. Different ideas, all relating to the original dream. I wasted no time in grabbing my pen and paper and scribbling all the ideas as they flooded into my head. I now have a fully fledged idea for a new book, which I wasted no time in starting.

So, thanks to my subconscious I am writing again! It feels great.

Where’s the weirdest place you ever got a story idea?

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