It had been humming in the back of my mind for most of the day. Just a bit of background noise like the buzzing of a beehive hidden in the trees that separated my yard from the fields of clover. An image here, a whisper of sound, a faint sweet scent, none of it making much sense until I turned out the light and let myself relax.
It happens this way, you have some idea that floats in your head for a few days, then suddenly you feel the pangs of labor and your ideas have now pulled themselves together concreting a scene, a plot, an image in your head.
I was tired, the boys were settled down to sleep, and I had just turned out the lights. Snuggled down with layers of winter blankets and cradling my pillow I started to relax thinking about my day. I had started well with 1,497 words on Dragon Masque and had spoken a bit with my mom on some philosophical issues. Then my mind wandered to what I would next. It’s a process I go through every night. It only takes a few minutes but even ten will give me an idea of how the next scene will go.
Dragon Masque was progressing nicely, but I poked at an image that had been tickling the back of my mind. For Shock Totem, we are doing a monthly short which will be voted on by the members of the forum. We have 1 week in which to write our story and submit it. This month the prompt is carnival. I have until Saturday to write my story but I had no idea what to write.
At least until I went through my nightly ritual of mentally toying with my writing. Usually this consists of going over what I wrote and seeing where I want it to go the next day. It does not take long, but it allows me to wind my mind down so I can sleep. Some days my head is so caught up with the stories and characters that I have to have a bit of time to come back to the real world.
I had plenty of time to think about Dragon Masque so I turned my thoughts to this challenge for Shock Totem. I suddenly had one phrase, then another and another crowding my head like eager children at an ice cream truck. They each wanted attention and wanted it NOW! lol I had already turned off the lights in my room, but I always have a notebook by my bed, waiting for those bright sudden impulses that come with dreams and random thoughts. I had only the faint light from the kitchen to see by, but I filled a hurried page of slanted red ink.
Today I am looking at the half formed paragraphs, the imagery that was so bright and solid before I set the notebook aside and cuddled back with my pillows and blankets. As I drifted to sleep thinking of warm arms around me, I still heard the faint echoes of laughter and the sirens.