I’m doing it again. Dreaming about my novel. Oh I LOVE dreaming about what I’m writing. It’s always so fantastic, and often gives me insight into the story that I didn’t have before.
Unfortunately, after last nights dream I have to go back and fill in some blanks. Blanks I didn’t even realize were there, but apparently my subconscious did and it has been quietly working out the solutions without even letting me know there was a problem.
The subconscious is a wonderful thing.
I feel great about the changes, excited even about going back and working it over – though I am going to finish the bit I am working on first as I’ve already got it written in my head for the most part.I’ll make all the other changes as I go and I have a feeling it’s going to substantially increase the amount of writing I have. Hmm, how to balance need/desire to fix up past mistakes with need/desire to plunge ahead with the story.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, dreams and subconscious.
I guess most people would call them a muse, give them a humanish form, a name, a personality. I love the concept but my stories have never been presented to me in that way. If anything the characters in each are the muses as they tend to drive things, and give me a quick sharp kick when I’m getting too far off track.
Anyway, Lauren is sleeping, time to give Ivy a bath and get some dishes washed! I’m looking forward to this afternoon and getting a little time to write.