The other night when I was sung in my bed on the verge of sleep, I several really good ideas for the story I'm currently working on, titled "Snow Angel," popped into my head. I was extremely comfortable, so I almost didn't get up, but my muse and my bladder wouldn't hear of it! Begrudgingly, I got out of bed, trudged to the bathroom, went into my office, grabbed paper and a pen and jotted the ideas down while they we fresh. My notes are sitting next to me on my desk, itching to be added to my most interesting story--it's very unlike anything else I've every written--you'll see what I mean when it finds a home--I have to finish polishing it first! I plan to do that Sunday afternoon.
Has this ever happened to you? I love it when my muse speaks up unexpectedly and delivers priceless golden nuggets!