sticky ideas
I lay in bed at around 11:00pm, my mind racing as it often does when I'm trying to get to sleep. I was thinking about the novel in verse that I have been reading, and how I've always wanted to write one myself. Then this image popped into my mind. A girl, running--escaping--from something terrible. A visual story unfolded in my mind almost as if I were watching it with my very eyes. I thought to myself, "I should write this down."
But my husband lay sleeping next to me, and I knew that if I turned on the light and rummaged through the drawer to find a pen and notebook, he'd wake up. That, and it was darn cold in my room! So I offered a silent prayer: "God, help me remember this when I wake up."
I knew that if the idea was worth pursuing, it would be there when I woke.
And it was.
And it has stuck with me all day.
I even jotted down the first four lines while chatting with Corey about our next collaboration.
So, I guess I have my next big project. Thalen's Mirror will have to wait.
But my husband lay sleeping next to me, and I knew that if I turned on the light and rummaged through the drawer to find a pen and notebook, he'd wake up. That, and it was darn cold in my room! So I offered a silent prayer: "God, help me remember this when I wake up."
I knew that if the idea was worth pursuing, it would be there when I woke.
And it was.
And it has stuck with me all day.
I even jotted down the first four lines while chatting with Corey about our next collaboration.
So, I guess I have my next big project. Thalen's Mirror will have to wait.