Inspiration always strikes me at about midnight though, when I’m trying to wind down from the day and catch some sleep so I can do it all over again. Last night I couldn’t fall asleep as I kept thinking about rewriting my prologue as far as it has gotten at any rate. This is part of my problem, I get into writing something then go back and read it and realize it’s horrible then start over again. I must have started this book twenty plus times. Then I had some weird dreams to top it all off. I don’t recall them other than the feeling I was left with when I woke up. I don’t think they were nightmares but somehow I get the feeling they weren’t sugar fairies and candy kisses. Read the rest of this entry »