Always write it down!

I don't know how many times I have been given an amazing idea, character trait, plot twist and instead of running for a pen, I've thought 'Many this is so cool. I'll never forget it.' And then promptly done just that. Nothing is worse then sitting down and realizing what ever bit of brilliance had been floating around in my grey matter has now been reabsorbed and is gone.

Worse thing is I seem to get my best idea while driving long distances. Much harder to write things down while navigating highway traffic at 10 clicks over the speed limit.

Last night I'm laying in bed and my brain sparks. Now I was just about asleep and obviously the alpha waves kicked into high gear, but I was comfortable. It was the last night of march break. I had to be up early today to get the girls to school and then get everything prepared to go bck to work. I didn't want to get up and find a pen. I just wanted to sleep.

The longer I lay there, the more ideas came to me. Then things got really interesting when my mental pictures started taking a very steampunk edge to it all. Still I lay there only now I'm flipping from side to side, blankets on, blankets off. I got up, staggered intot he kitchen and found a pen. Stratched down the basics and then crawled back into bed...and still sleep elluded me. It seems that my subconsious is tired of all my self recriminations over forgetting things and now it is refusing me any sleep until I move my butt. I lay there thinking of more ideas and a couple plot angles, and got up again and added them to the list. By this point it is after 2am and I'm starting to consider the possibility that I might not sleep at all and maybe I should just get up and start writing this story.

Then I fell asleeep. LOL

This morning, I remember it all. Everything I thought of last night and I'm sure it's because I went through the motions of writing it down. Thankfully, because I'd really be beating myself up if I had forgotten any of this and really aren't Mondays bad enough already?

It doesn't matter if you are single or involved. Today is the day to feel the love. It's not what you buy, it's what you DO that counts.
Take a chance, let someone know that you care.
Smile at a cute stranger.
Dream.
Go buy a trashy romance and treat yourself to your favourite chocolates and have a nice long soak in the tub.
What ever you do, have fun.

Just playing with words

A shiver danced along her spine, as she padded across the kitchen floor. Was it from the cold tile against her bare feet, or from the man asleep on the sofa? Good question.

Four years has passed since the last time she saw him. A brief glimpse in the life of some, a life time for her. Two lifetimes to be exact. Two different women in two different towns. The only thing in common was that they both always looked over their shoulders and never left a forwarding address.

Regardless of all her precautions fate had stepped in and crossed their paths. Destiny be damned she was not going to be that person again. If an empty shell could be described as anything but female.

Mindless of her actions she went through her morning ritual, for some it was coffee. For her, earl grey. She flipped open the tin with her thumbs and scooped out the dried leaves letting them fall into the pot.

Placing the tin on the counter, the morning sun against a shiny object just inside. She reached in and dug through the crispy mass, pulling out a small cylinder. It’s pointed end glinting in the morning sun.

The warm rays lost their luster as she grasped the bullet, Cradled in her hand. Digging down she unearthed five more siblings. A faint memory of one of her past lives pressed against her egging her to plant more ammunition just in case. But those days were gone.

She didn’t want to live like that anymore. Arriving one day to the next hiding ammunition anywhere, everywhere.

She wasn’t a killer anymore…unless she could remember where she hid the gun.



Don't know who either of them are. I have no idea where this is going but thought it would be fun to post it. Just a bit of rambling to get the right side of my brain fermenting.