Something Odd Happened Today…The Muses Came to Visit

I’ve been dreaming a lot the last couple of weeks.  Fortunately for me, my dreams are a lot like movies and I’m the director, making the characters do this or that.  Sometimes, of course, I’m the heroine.  Most of the time my dreams are fun romps of action-adventure.  I seldom have nightmares of any kind and I love to dream.  In color.

 This morning as I was catching a few last zzzz’s on the couch, I had a really fun dream.  I don’t remember all of it any more, but it featured a hero and heroine in modern war zone, on  a base.  He was special ops and she was a base support officer of some sort.  They were billeted in a former hotel, with an adjoining door between the two rooms.  In my dream, the heroine needs to use the bathroom in the hero’s room.  When she comes out, she realizes his team is with him, planning some sort of deployment and she realizes their affair is probably over.  I figure this all comes from watching “The Unit” last season with all those alpha males.

When I woke up this morning, my writer’s brain started asking questions and filling in answers.  Why would they be using the adjoining door into each other’s rooms?  They’re lovers, of course.  How did they get to be lovers?  Why can’t she use the bathroom in her own room?  Where are they?  Why are they rooming next to each other?  What is his op?  How will this affect their relationship? Her career?

And, for the first time in nearly two years, I wrote.  It’s not great, it’s certainly not perfect. I chose first person so I could immerse myself into the heroine’s POV and just enjoy myself.  I made myself laugh in a few places and I nailed his character in a couple of others.  There’s no thought yet about conflict, other than the obvious.  I have no plot or idea about the story.  I really only have these characters and I wrote to see where they’d go.

She’s wearing combat boots that are a size too small and make her feet swell and hurt.  I think there’s some good sexual attraction going on in there and maybe someday you’ll know why I laugh now when cookies are being discussed.  It’s rough in a few places and I’ve definitely indulged myself in others. 

Here’s a paragraph that I kind of like and wonder how the hell it came out of my fingertips:

(BTW:  The heroine’s name is Teresa Darling.)

 ”I said keep your mouth shut, Darlin’.”  I never knew I was turned on by a masterful kind of guy before, but it was sort of working for me, if only I wasn’t hanging like a sack of potatoes down his back.  “Now about half the positions I planned for tonight aren’t possible and on top of that, you gave away my goddamed cookies to those vultures.  I am not happy camper, sweetheart.  So watch it.”

Half the positions? Holey moley!

And I wrote 29 freaking pages today.  Holy moley.