So the other night, I had the most AMAZE-BALLS dream that I just did not want to wake up from. You know those times when you force yourself to go back to sleep because you're just not ready to leave the world that you've managed to create while getting your beauty sleep?
Well, this was one of those dreams.
I slept-in a whole THREE HOURS longer than I was meant to, so uni stuff got shelved for my imaginary world. When I did finally get my lazy arse out of my bed, this dream is the only thing that I could think about. Lectures were day-dreamed away and food was burnt whilst my mind was off having an adventure.
It was getting a bit out of hand so I was like, Rightio, time to get this thing out of my head.
I spent all of Saturday typing away on my laptop, trying to find the perfect words that would match my dream. Fifteen pages and ten thousand words later, I've finally come to the point where my dream ended. I think I'm now at the hard part of writing - following through with the idea. I've written a few things before, but I get halfway through and lose all interest in the story.
This time is going to be different, though. I am going to follow through with this one and hope that the writing bug continues to bite me.
Have you lovelies, had this happen to you?
If so, how did it turn out?