My muse spoke to me in the night

It’s amazing how the mind works sometimes.

Over the last few days I have been turning my mind to my new novel, In the Cave of the Naiad, Book One of a trilogy entitled I Sing of Morgan.

Lo and behold, last night I woke up in the wee hours with the opening sentence sitting quite clearly within the folds of my sleep-befuddled consciousness.  I lay awake for fifteen minutes or so, turning over the words and fine-tuning them until i thought I had it just right.  I was still only half asleep however and made the decision not to get up and write it down, even though a small part of me wondered if i would remember it all in the morning.

My worries were nothing more than that, as it turns out.  I woke up with the words still sitting there in my head – as clear as they were in the middle of the night.  Without further ado I jotted them down before they disappeared like the heavy fog that had surrounded my house as the sun came up.

That’s a first for me – starting out on a project with an unexpected episode of creativity like that.

Clearly my muse is looking down kindly on me today.  i mustn’t waste this opportunity ……

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