rather, it was in that half-wakeful, half-dozing state that brings one to a place of reality and dreams unlike any other.
it was strange. i could hear the voice of my heroine. see the circumstances in her life...bits and pieces of them, anyway. i even heard portions of the prose itself narrated in my head in some unknown tone.
and then i awoke.
and had forgotten most, if not all.
this feeling of the forgotten
it is almost painful to my writer's heart.
i now know my characters live. my words breathe within me, and i can feel their life starting to surge in my blood.
i can still hear my heroine's voice in my ear, urging me forward.
i know i have something to give. something to write.
and in two months time, it will all begin.
and i will outline and plan and write down my scrappy thoughts
until the magic happens