A story to tell...

Yesterday evening I had a brain storm.  It happened a week or so ago as well, only in a dream that I had awoken from and then began directing.  I should have gotten out of bed at that very moment and clicked down my random thoughts as it made a very good story.  But trusting my memory not to fail me, I finally rolled over and fell back asleep, losing that dream and idea more than likely forever.

This is not the first time this has happened.  So, yesterday evening when I had my 'brain storm' of an idea, I jotted down everything that was running through my mind.  It seemed like a really good idea and story line.  Once I had the just of it recorded I hopped on the LT and started typing away.  A little scene that was happening in my mind.

I was thinking to myself Is this it?  Is this how it happens?  Is this how someone pulls a story from their brain?  I paused, scrolled up and reread what I had written.  And, I  liked it.  But, then I had all these qualms and was full of intrepidation.  Should it be a child or an adult telling this story? Or, should the child grow up along with the story? What tense should it be coming from?  Should I try and outline where it is going or just simply keep the time line with where it started the middle and how it all comes together in the end?

I thought myself in circles and ended with, is this really something I am on to or am I just filling my mind and my ego full of cr@p?  I out thunk myself into full on intimidation. Not typically like ME, huh?

With that I went to bed and read on the Kindle until I fell asleep.  Though, it was hard to stay focused on any one story line so I clicked back and forth between three of the four books I currently have on there that haven't been read in entirety yet.

My thoughts crawled through my mind while I slept.  I had visions of thoughts [as some type of critter or being] crawling out of files from an open filing cabinet.  They'd cross paths as they'd re-file themselves into a file from a different drawer or a second filing cabinet.  I don't know what any of this means.  And, NO, I didn't take benadryl or otherwise medicate myself to sleep.

In fact, I've only been dreaming off and on for the past week or so.  Finally getting enough ZZZZZs in a long enough, uninterrupted time frame to make it to REM sleep, I guess.

Anyhow, this morning I woke and tended to my morning routine.  I was anxious to read over what I'd clicked out the night before but I withheld until I had time to really revisit my idea again.  I did like the concept of what I had down, but I didn't like they way I expressed it.  STILL?  It's a start.

So, this morning I've dedicated time to working on this 'story I have to tell' and to follow and see where it leads me.  My fingers are crossed.  Wouldn't it be so wonderful if I could finally hold a tiny little piece of creative writing in my mind/hands/computer?  So many people are telling their stories and putting them out there for others to read.  I don't expect to ever be a strong enough writer to pursue a career and support the family.  But, it would be nice to put a little work out their on the e-publishing scene with my name on it.

It'd be one of those things from childhood that I could finally check off my bucket list. ;-)

A story to tell...