WRITING: Moonstruck

Rough time last night, just about to lose my mind to conscious thought when one stirs up and leaves me wide-eyed and useless for any further dreaming.  I slip out of bed, berobe myself and walk the hallway to the living room.  The moonlight shines in, a hunters’ moon, I think; it is so bright.  Flick on the light and laptop as a story hits.  I’m grateful since I didn’t want to think about what kept me up. 

It is a bit that was written long ago, a sequel to the novel written down, discarded.  Suddenly it’s come to live again.  And it is a story in itself and grown in darkness in my brain without my knowledge.  It is ready now to ease it into day.

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