So, something happened last night, or more accurately, this morning (about 3 am) that hadn’t happened in the longest time. A story idea came into my head. I should point out that I generally have very disturbed sleep patterns and this was during a few moments of wakefulness before trying to turn over and drift off once more.

I usually make a point of trying not to think about writing in my downtime and when it happens, I push all such thoughts out of my mind. “If the idea is worth its weight in salt, it will come back to me when I’m in front of the laptop”, is my general ethos.

This was different, though. This wasn’t just a concept but the words to bring it to life. I was inside the head of this character, who is still anonymous for the moment, but I was seeing everything he was and it was pretty terrifying. The words came, one after the other and I repeated them over and over, desperate not to lose them. But one sentence ran into another and another and another and then I knew I had to get up and write it all down, because I couldn’t afford to lose something like this.

All I know for the moment is that it’s a horror story. More than that, I cannot say, but it was a hell of a way to wake up.