I suppose I'm not unique in finding dreams a pretty useful source for story ideas. My first published story, Behind the Mirror, originated in one of those half asleep moments on a Saturday morning when you're hoping that no-one will notice that you're almost awake and you desperately try to hang onto the snooze a little bit longer.
But last night was different. Maybe it was because I had spent the day really getting back into the book I'm writing at the moment, unravelling all the little mysteries, and layering on the different sub-plots. Maybe I shouldn't have watched the Sopranos before going to bed (though I doubt that had much impact). Maybe it was the white wine. But whatever it was I woke up in a cold sweat and distinctly spooked, and it was my own novel characters that had done it to me!
So where does that leave me? With a previously innocent sort of character taking on a whole new, and much more menacing persona, and a complete sub-plot to go with it. And that means I'm energised, enthused and creeped out in equal measure about where the book is now going.
My lovely critique group buddies, who've seen the first 10,000 words or so have already commented on how mysterious this novel is. Well, I've got news for them. It's about to get a whole lot more strange.
Oh, and that picture - just something to dream about!
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