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 ……