In the middle of the night, a realization struck me harder than a prized fighter’s left hook. A moment of clarity so pure and delightful that my whole body rang with the truth of it. I’m still dazed from it this morning. However, after chasing a two-year old around the zoo, coupled with an attack worse than I’ve had in weeks, I was unable to pull myself from bed to write it down.
It’s not lost, I can still feel it running around my head, yet, I can’t remember what it was. It pertained to writing, and my novel, I know that much for sure. But more than that, I’m not so sure. I wish I had been able to drag myself out of bed last night to write it down. Yet, now I must struggle to remember what my sleeping mind learned in the darkness of the night.
Of course, I could have just dreamed the whole realization and that’s why I can’t remember it now. But I get so much of my writing from my dreams, so I will not just toss this aside. I know that once I can figure this out, my writing will become that much stronger.