Writing :: Listen to what’s in your head …

On August 18, 2010 by Aimee

I woke up Sunday morning at 8:30 am and remembered a dream I had. This is a VERY odd thing for me to do, because I don’t remember my dreams. I’ve often considered that a trait or a feature in the makeup of my being, but I don’t know. Maybe not.

I know I dream, because I wake up with weird emotions sometimes and of course they are all then directed to my sleeping husband. It sucks to wake up angry. It’s cool to wake up completely happy and excited. It’s weird to wake up and remember a dream with such vivid clarity, emotion, a sense of sound, sight, taste and smell that you go… “I MUST write this down.”

That’s what happened on Sunday morning. In ten minutes, I sketched out a quick synopsis WITH TITLE for a new paranormal romance called Do Over.

Then I told two friends about it to see if my dream-self had any basis for writing said dream and the response I got was over the top excited. Seriously. I was told, in no uncertain terms, to sit my butt in front of a computer and write it … then … now (in their words).

So I did.

I wrote 1238 words to capture my dream.

That became a closing scene in Ch. 3 of Do Over and then I had to backfill the details, write the opener and move on. It’s now four full chapters of Part I of Do Over coming in at 19,048 words which is more than I’ve EVER written in less than 72 hours.

I posted said on Facebook and my son saw it, asked me about it. This was our little conversation … mind you he’s 13, so I am so totally NOT COOL …

Him: “Mom? What was the dream?”
Me: “It was about a girl and a boy and a big fight in a weird ceremonial room underground and they broke up. It was really emotional, so I had to write it all down and that turned into 4 chapters of a novel.” <-- I summarized here for you the blog reader Him: ::Laugh:: ::Smile:: "That is so cool." Ha!! See? Validation. So if my UK and PST-time friend weren't enough, my own son thought it was COOL too! So, what's the point in this? I had this dream while writing a different story that hadn't stalled but was, after 2 weeks, only at 15k words. This one jumped in, went from fingers to brain over that word count in a matter of HOURS. Listen to what's in your head but don't force the stuff that is trying to push to the front... to the back. Let it move around, adjust, recalibrate and when it hits you like a Mack truck in the middle of the night? It's probably time to write it down. 🙂