I don’t always remember my dreams, but often, when I do, they are kickass adventure movies. Two nights ago I had such a dream and when I woke up I had the urge to make it into a story. I mulled it over for a day, figured out a structure, a beginning and a middle and got rolling. First day I popped out about five hundred words, second day kept writing past a thousand and now this thing looks like it’s going to be a novella. Sort of a 7 Samurai crossed with Space Opera crossed with the Rocco Period crossed with a Gay Parade.
It’s nice to be writing for myself again.