,,,and I mean that literally.
Last night, I had quite an interesting/disturbing dream. In it, I was writing but the character was actually alive and in front of me, and words were simply gushing out of my head about him.
Yes, that’s the really interesting part. This character was an old-school detective, a guy retired from some police force who had taken his battered desk from the precinct and set up shop on his own as a investigator. At one point, I woke up and opened my eyes, but the words just continued flowing in my head, right where I’d left off in the dream.
Ordinarily, I’d say this “vision” was trying to tell me something. Is this guy supposed to figure in my writing life somewhere? Really? An old-school gumshoe detective? I don’t even read those kinds of books.
But I got to thinking that he probably emerged in my mind because I watched an episode of Detroit 1-8-7 we had leftover on our TiVo.
Still, I’m encouraged to be having writing dreams. It must mean the creative juices are flowing, don’t ‘ya think?
I just hope next time it’s a character that’s just a wee bit more identifiable.