What started it all
My journey to writing started with a dream
I feel like I've heard this before.
It started with a dream.
But it’s the truth. I woke up one morning with the remnants of a very realistic dream swirling around in my thoughts. I went to work, as one does, and I still couldn't shake it. It was a dream that not only left its images behind, but also left me viscerally, emotionally affected.
The fear I felt when my best-friend-turned-villain grabbed my leg was still making my heart speed. The anticipation I felt as the evil organization unveiled their plan for the world had my stomach in knots.
So I thought, maybe if I write it down, I can actually get some work done.
Except instead, I asked “what would happen next?” And “what would the world look like where this could be a reality?”
And suddenly, ideas were pouring out faster than I could type. I cut myself off, but locked the document with a password for safe keeping of my “embarrassing” new project. I returned to that document the next day. And the next. And the next. It took a year, but I ended with a full-length, dystopian, science fiction novel.
Now what do I do with this?