Night Notes

I woke up this morning knowing that during the night, as I had been drifting in and out of sleep, I had been thinking about scenes and plot twists for Estalvin's Legacy. I couldn't remember what they were, but I know they had been great ideas. Cool twists that could pull me out of the minor knots that I had. An extra layer of the onion.

But, like I said, I couldn't remember them. I didn't care that I couldn't remember. Because what I did remember was each time, switching on my bedside light and grabbing my glasses, notebook and pen and scribbling down a paragraph to remind me.

Better yet, in the full light of a slightly over-cast and not-yet-burnt-off day, I can read those notes and still think they are good ideas.