Hello, My Name Is...
Hello, my darlings! I hope you're all having a lovely week!
So far this week has been a dose of insanity wrapped in a chocolate shell of madness at work. (It's inventory week.) Thankfully, as a writer, I am able to shake it off on my breaks and immerse myself in the world of Nightshade for a few minutes and blow off a little steam. So far, I'm almost halfway through the first draft, and I'm really enjoying the direction the stories are going. And then the little voices dropped a bombshell in my lap.
At 3:30 in the morning.
That's when a strange voice interrupted a very pleasant dream involving Chris Hemsworth, a foot rub, and a deserted beach hut somewhere in the South Pacific and said, "Hello. My name is Sinjyan Kortus."
Mister Yummy Man, as I call him in my dreams, paused as he was rubbing my feet, and said in that sexy, Australian accent of his, "Sweetheart, did you hear anything? Perhaps a strange voice?"
Not wanting to wake up and end the dream, I batted my eyelashes at him and said that I hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary. And of course, the little voice repeated itself at that moment, much louder than before, and woke me up.
Damn, damn, damn!!!
The point of this little ramble? Well to prove that you never know when a little voice is going to chime in with a new story line for you to explore. And it doesn't matter if you are dreaming about Thor himself rubbing your feet on a deserted island or not. When they want to be heard, they will be.
Whether you like it or not.
So far this week has been a dose of insanity wrapped in a chocolate shell of madness at work. (It's inventory week.) Thankfully, as a writer, I am able to shake it off on my breaks and immerse myself in the world of Nightshade for a few minutes and blow off a little steam. So far, I'm almost halfway through the first draft, and I'm really enjoying the direction the stories are going. And then the little voices dropped a bombshell in my lap.
At 3:30 in the morning.
That's when a strange voice interrupted a very pleasant dream involving Chris Hemsworth, a foot rub, and a deserted beach hut somewhere in the South Pacific and said, "Hello. My name is Sinjyan Kortus."
Mister Yummy Man, as I call him in my dreams, paused as he was rubbing my feet, and said in that sexy, Australian accent of his, "Sweetheart, did you hear anything? Perhaps a strange voice?"
Not wanting to wake up and end the dream, I batted my eyelashes at him and said that I hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary. And of course, the little voice repeated itself at that moment, much louder than before, and woke me up.
Damn, damn, damn!!!
The point of this little ramble? Well to prove that you never know when a little voice is going to chime in with a new story line for you to explore. And it doesn't matter if you are dreaming about Thor himself rubbing your feet on a deserted island or not. When they want to be heard, they will be.
Whether you like it or not.
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