As I lay down to sleep last night, snuggling up in my warm comforter, I had another one of those river-rushing moments, where an entire chapter just rushed over me–giving me that yesyesyesyes feeling that we writers so adore. But then, instead of getting out of bed and scribbling it down before it flitted away like I normally would, I took a cue from Stephen King. If it’s that good, I’ll remember it in the morning.
I went to sleep.
Lucky for me, it was still with me when I awoke and I wrote down every bit of it that I could recall, plus some. So, Ninth Grade Sucks is not only moseying its way along…it’s also finding its groove.
Yay me. Yay Vlad.
Vampire pride, baby.
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You’re skating on the edge, walking on the wild side and living dangerously, Missy. I shudder to think about going to sleep without writing the words when they come to me. Guess I don’t have that vampire pride.
For me, my ideas aren’t always as good as I think they are at first. Thus, if it’s really good, it will evolve. If it’s not so good, maybe it will lead to something good.
Thus, I think it’s a mistake to be a slave to impulse.
When I get swept away with an idea, it’s usually a pretty darn good one. But sometimes, the fluffy pillow and cushy comforter have a siren call that even great story ideas can’t pull me away from.