For the first time in a very long time, I dreamed of a scene for a new book.
This character just came to me a few days ago, her eyes haunted, her lonely soul calling out to me to tell her story. I don’t know her very well right now, but I could easily envision her in a few very key scenes for an urban fantasy novel.
Last night, the unnamed woman was seized by black magic and, after she healed, saved the life of the man will soon be her mate. The scene was so real, I could practically feel her pain, the sizzle of the deadly magic in her veins, the terror of watching her nearly die.
It was amazing. It was incredible. And today, I MUST write out this scene!
I remember once, author Sharon Sala talking at a conference about how she allowed her subconscious to “dream” scenes – particularly those that were tough to write for whatever reason.
I thought to myself, Geesh, I wish I could dream up the scenes and write them fresh. That would totally rock.
Before last night, I’d dreamed of scenes, but most times couldn’t remember most of it when I woke up, or the scenes were more disjointed than I thought when I started to write them down. This time, though, I’m hoping it will be different. I hope (fingers crossed) that this scene remains just as vivid – and coherent – as it seemed to be last night.0