I haven't posted much recently because there hasn't been much to post about, and I haven't been feeling terribly creative. Sometimes there seems to be a fallow period between moments of inspiration for me.

Well, this morning made up for that in spades. I was allowing myself to lounge around in bed a bit even though I'd already pretty much woken up, when suddenly my subconscious gave to me an entire new novel within the span of maybe 20 minutes.

I got up and wrote for a couple of hours, and then continued to play with this idea and broaden it and fill in details and characters and scenes while I cleaned house. I was trying not to get too carried away with it, since this is what tends to happen with my writing ideas - I get all charged up about them and my brain carries the ideas along a very rapid path but I never slow myself down enough to get them on paper properly and the ideas get lost in the execution.

I find that my writing has serious flaws which stymie me in the end. In particular, believable dialogue is something that I have real trouble with. How to show instead of telling. How to keep things simple enough to speak to a general audience and complex enough to be interesting. I think that even the best novelists have trouble with these things at times, and I am really uneducated in writing. I took one adult ed course which I ended up dropping because it was all about doing group meditative exercises and writing off the cuff from objects that were supposed to inspire us. It was way too touchy-feely for me. Plus, inspiration is not usually my issue - technique is.

So, at best this could become decent pulp fiction reading, and at worst it's a hobby that might absorb some of my attention for a while. It is nice to get a energetic missive directly from my subconscious. It feel important.