I find that inspiration is a lot like lightning. It will strike at an unexpected moment in an unexpected place and you can guarantee that in the instant there will be too much of it to deal with. Fortunately the analogy ends before the point where it leaves me blackened with my hair stood on end and steam coming off me.
Anyway, in my waking moments this morning I had a dream; it was one of those dreams that is close enough to the edge of reality to warrant trying to hold onto and recount. The experience gave me several ideas for a short story, which I am going to call Joy. I'm pleased to say I will be writing it and will post here when I'm done.
