My short story Therapy is now online at the Hellnotes Wee Small Hours web site. Check it out and feel free to leave comments.
Sleeping in is a rare luxury. If I get to once a week, I consider it a good week. Thanks to the three-day weekend, I actually got to do it twice in two days. My mind goes into a strange state at the end of a full night of sleep. I wake up and drift off frequently, and each time I go back to sleep I immediately begin dreaming. The dreams are brief and unrelated, but vivid and complex.
Yesterday morning I woke up with the set piece for a weird short story in mind. These dreams rarely stick with me, but before I went to bed last night this one was still as fresh as if I’d just experienced it, so I grabbed a journal off the bedside table and wrote it down. This morning I was determined to see where the story went, so I tried to induce my mind to pick up the story from where I left off last night. My dream-mind wasn’t fully cooperative—it clearly had ideas of its own it wanted to generate—but I did manage to smooth out the first part of the tale and work out some more details.
I have no idea where the story idea came from or, in fact, where it’s going, but it’s intriguing me.
