Every author has
their own methods of devising story plots. I do occasionally incorporate
something of my dreams into my stories; a character, a scene, a situation. I do
that rather sparingly, as I've learned that whatever I import from a dream
doesn't hold up well through the many rewrites, and will either be pulled out
because they no longer fit the story or will no longer bear any resemblance to
the dream where they originally belonged.
I've been in recovery
from surgery for about a week now. I do not consider this prime writing time,
since my mind seems to be more confused than at other times. I have new
activities that must be done - called physical therapy, meds that must be taken
to keep the pain at bay, but otherwise make it hard to think, and sleep comes
in naps ranging from 1-4 hours.
And yet ...
Most of those naps
have ended with a simple typed paragraph, all variations on a theme. This is
something new; I don't 'see' my stories as typed manuscripts, they come to me
as movie scenes. I noticed, as they kept appearing, that they seemed to be summaries
of various experiments where one ending is expected ... but they keep getting
another ending.
I've let these
paragraphs wander through my subconscious, wondering if I could possibly do
justice to the story they seem to be pointing me to. It looks like it would be
some sort of exo-psychological court drama.
Really! And it comes
to ME to be written? I have enough trouble trying to figure out humans, let
alone aliens. I don't have any real understanding of human psychology, and the
fine niceties of human laws flow at least 10 feet over my head.
Still, it's an
intriguing ideal. I didn't expect to take on a new and challenging project at
this time. What doesn't kills us makes us better, right?
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