I never talk about my dreams, because hearing about someone else’s is probably the most boring thing you can experience…
But last night I dreamed about a town where, once a year, the ghosts would return to life for a day or two, and it was really lovely. The ghosts were just normal people, not angry spectres trailing viscera and hell-bent on revenge.
So once a year, the ghosts’ families would travel to the town to hang out with their departed for a few hours.
Yesterday, after a flash of inspiration I started writing something based on this. I’m now 1500 words in and have covered maybe 20% of the ideas I’ve had around it.
I’m actually quite pleased with what I’ve written so far, and wish I didn’t have to be at work. Fortunately, I can get away with typing a little bit here and there, because it looks like I’m doing the guff I get paid for…
What I really need to do here is practice not dashing off any old shit to show the internet, and actually take my time trying to write something I’m proud of.
I’m not under any time constraints. No one has asked me to do this, no one is expecting it, so I’m allowed to give myself room to develop ideas and expand on them.
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