Wheels are turning
I’ve spent a little time in Italy. I was there for a full academic year when I was a student, and I can remember fellow students saying that when you begin to dream in the language of the country you’re in, you know it’s really begun to take hold. I think the same may be true when you’re writing a book. These nights, I go to sleep with characters in my head and I wake up with them still talking. Wheels are turning as I sleep. It's taken me a while to get here. I’m not entirely sure what happens during the night. I don’t think I dream about them, or dream as them, but I can’t be sure. I don’t remember much about it. What I do know is that these days, I wake up with a new thought in my head about what might happen, a new ‘What if?’ to take the story forward. There's still a long, puddled road ahead, but it feels like I could have company on the way.