It has now happened to me four times. The first time was in 1992 when I was spending the weekend in a broken down, tired and old bed and breakfast on the Isle-that-dare-not-speak-it’s-name-from-embarrassment-OK-Bute-there-I-said-it, and the fourth time was last night. One minute I am dreaming deeply asleeply, and the next I am bolt upright in bed with an entire story plot simply screaming to be written down. It is never a fully fleshed out story but is always the complete skeleton of why, how and where, and strangely enough always horror/thriller based. I think because I so often have horror/thriller dreams. Which is why … Continue reading Could have, should have