I woke up this morning with a story in my head. This isn’t the first time that has happened, though I think this story actually has legs. The frustrating thing about such stories is that I started writing it in my sleep. I actually dreamt I was sitting in front of the computer constructing sentences and plotting the whole thing out. Some of that is inevitably lost. The good part is that I managed to hold onto several scenes and I can reconstitute them in some form or another.
I find it very exciting.