I'm plotting my next four stories. I have no choice because each story overlaps and interweaves within the other stories.
I might have mentioned this before . . . once or five times.
In other words, I'm staring, and walking, and thinking; and talking out loud to myself, and randomly blurting out words at inopportune times, and dreaming. And then I run to my random pieces of paper and scribble something down on the appropriate page.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I woke up at 4 AM, with my hands twisted under my neck, supporting it (which was actually very comfortable). I was warm and toasty. And I had an amazing dream that could help point me the right direction on the Earth elemental plot problem I was having.
Except I couldn't remember the dream . . . at all. Nothing, nada, zip-a-rooni, not a clue.
And the dream gave me such a happy and glowing feeling.
I lay there or a minute or two and tried to remember. But it wasn't coming back to me. . .
How many times have you been in a conversation and you can't recall a particular word, or name, or whatever? Then ten minutes later, you're driving away and blurt it out?
Yeah, like that.
The mind is a wonderful thing. I know my sub-conscience is working on the problem and sometimes the answer comes to a problem when we aren't focused on that particular issue.
So today I plan to figure out the theme of these stories. It will be a little difficult because they are their own story but have to link into this greater conspiracy theory issue. . . .
wait a second . . .
So THAT's what these stories are all about . . .
Time to go. I have to jot this down before I forget it!