In that ethereal space that is known as the realm of inspiration and Ideas, the gate opens and the gate keeper dispatches another good idea to some unsuspecting writer, poet, film maker, or journalist. In this case the idea is coming to me, wired directly to my brain. I’m probably dozing in that tween land just before sleep, when it hits me. I’ll think on it, expand it before realising I have a gold mine right there. I’ll toss and turn, think I should get back to sleep but the idea keeps nagging. Eventually I’ll get up, switch on the light, find a pad and pen and note it down before turning the light off and going back to bed.
In the morning, I’ll look at the pad, try to read the scrawl and start to write. I’ll expand and contact the path I’m writing on, until it forms a real thought, a plot.
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